Disgust

I hate you.




I really do. Loathe, even.




You disgust me.




I am sick of your fake smiles, and easy disposition.




Because I know who you really are. Yes, I do. I see right through you, and it disgusts me.




I see the selfish cretin that hides beneath your skin. Your hypocrisy sickens me, and I am surprised that I am the only one who can smell the stench of the decay that emanates from you.




You are a liar. You are a cheater. You are a phony.




I have never wanted to hurt someone so bad.




I want to break you down, tear down your foundations and bring you to your knees. I want to expose you, you fraud.




I want to hurt you, just like you have hurt everyone around you. I want to scar you the way you have carelessly scarred the people you supposedly care for.




And more than anything...




I want you to stop.




Stop staring back at me.




When I look in the mirror.