I Hate You

Perhaps it is wrong to hate, after all, anger is unhealthy.
But sometimes I wonder how different my life would be if you never existed.
The things you say and do, they really hurt me, and although I may not show it, I’m terrified of you.
Why do you continue to hurt me?
Does it really satisfy you that much to see my soul shattered on the ground?
This feeling is simply awful, I’m afraid and I know it, but I lie and convince myself that I’m alright.
Channeling my fear into anger, I’ve developed this hatred towards you.
You’re pitiful.
I no longer see reason in your existence, however it is not my place to say so.