I hated

Ihated the fact that they looked like they were having so much fun

I hated that I looked like I had no one

I hated that the empty seat was pushed away

I hated the feeling I got when I built enough courage to look their way

I hated that none of them were talking about me

I hated that I was on the verge of getting on my knees to plea

I hated that I had no reason of being so mad

I hated that I was being treated like a banana that’s gone bad

I hated the way someone would laugh and then they’d all look at me

I hated that I felt like I was drowning under the sea

I hated that I confronted them and they didn’t even attempt to deny

I hated that I wasn’t strong enough, and that I let them see me cry

I hated the way I still cared what they thought

I hated that I could feel myself being wrought

I hated the way they could see right through me

I hated that I could feel the wound deepening

I hated the way I always pretended

I hated that this was just what they had intended

I hated that sparkle they had in their eyes

I hated the way they smiled and said goodbye

I hated that they hadn’t had to do much

I hated the way they made me feel poison to the touch

I hated the way I craved their attention

I hated that I felt like I had been banished to another dimension

I hated that I could feel the thickness in the air

I hated the way I could sense their cold, hard, stares

I hated that I had eyes on the back of my head

I hated that they still whispered, even though they knew I could hear every word they said

I hated that they made me feel like I was in the way

I hated that I still wanted to stay

But most of all, I hated that they were now treating me how we had treated some other girl the day before