I hate you.
I hate that you can love, so blinded by it
That you devote your life to others.
So I fade the lights of those you love,
And leave you alone in the dark.
I hate your passion, so brilliant and powerful
That every day gives you something to look toward.
So I bind you with the manacles of monotony,
And leave you with nothing more to seek.
I hate that you are ambitious, so wildly optimistic
That you truly believe you can realize your dreams.
So I feed you failure until you can stomach no more,
And leave you devoid of the hunger you once had.
I hate your youth, so beautiful and pure
That old age is unfathomably distant.
So I take your years away from you,
And leave you wondering where they went.
Do you hate me?