You.

You make me tense up, you make me want to scream.

I HATE YOU

I HATE YOU

I hate you.

You make sure my sister is around when you talk to me because you know how much it would break her heart to hear me tell you how I really feel so I wouln't.

Instead we talk like this,

"How are you?"

- good.

"What's new?"

- nothing.

"Love you."

- bye.

And you always linger at the door as if there is somthing else you want to say but you never do. I know.

I know this because everytime I open my mouth to yell, scream and let out all the hate I have for you inside of me I can't. My mouth goes dry and I don't say anything.

Neither do you.

"Bye,"

You say. Then you close the door.