I hate the way you love me
And the way you want my love
I hate that you need to know
That I'm never quite enough
I hate the way you make me hide
And change my face to help you lie
I hate the way you drag me down
And crush my joy into frowns
I hate that you cage me
And throw away the key
I don't need protection
I just want to be free
When I'm genuinely happy
I despise the look you give
You say you're not death,
But you won't let me live
I hate the way you commentate
On problems that aren't there
And force me to compensate
For the war you declare
I hate the way you make me hurt
Kill my morals, steal my sleep
But what I feel is even worse
Is that you comfort when I weep
I hate the way you love me
And the way you want my love
So stay away, and let me be
The person I am dreaming of
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem