A Hateful Lie by Isabela H.

I hate the looks "you" give me. I hate the stares "you" give me.
I hate "your" stupid little games. I hate "your" bad intentions.
I hate the way "you" speak and the way "you" sound.
Speaking like freak, invading my soul.
"Your" eyes reveal thousand secrets.
"Your" lips are always telling me million lies.

After all these topics I have said and screamed until now.
I must be crazy, if "you" want, consider me fake.
But I'm still with "you". Even if I can't stand "you".

This is the me that I cannot hide.
No matter how hard I try, I'm still like this.
I guess influences have a really clean effect.
I cannot feel it, but I'm still aware of it.
I cannot control it, but I'm still knowing it.