DAVESWORLD

I hate you

I hate the way you think your wise,

by thinking you can patronize.

You tap the door and give me a smile but, any other time you don't have the time of day

and treat me worse than if I was gay.

You look at me as a security guard,

as if I made a mistake and my life is mard.

You make me wish that I was dead but I hate you, that had to be said.

Perhaps one day you will see.

That there is a lot more to me than security.

Sometimes I’m happy, sometimes I’m sad and this waste of time called a job makes me mad.

You look at me as some old tool and seem to think that I’m your fool.

You take me out to do a job and afterwards, dispense will me without a care.

Then back into the box goes I and considered nothing more than a spare.

You seem at pains to talk to me and this is beginning to affect my reality.

Maybe what should be plain to see is I don't hate you, I hate me.