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They hate me.
They hate me...
Every last one of them
they wait for me to screw up
so they can pick me apart
rip away the confidence
that just managed to grow back.
They want me to be weak.
Afraid of them, always afraid.
I cannot help that I am.
They hate me...
their judging eyes burn holes
right through my skin
its as if they know my every weakness...
as if they know my secrets.
I wish i could get away.
hide where they cannot find me
cry where they cannot hear me.
They hate me...
But I love them
With all i have left.
