How are you?
Everyday of my life, in your eyes I continue to stair.
All I see each day is contempt, hate, desire, and my own fear.
I am glad that you hate me.
I want you to despise me.
Stay away from me as long as possible, for you don’t like me.
Leave me alone to be in the arms of mother life for as long as possible.
I love mother life.
And I hate you just as you hate me.
Contempt.
Hate.
Despise.
Fear.
Me, of you.
