I hate that I'm put down

for everything I do.

I hate that I can be myself

with everyone but you.

I hate that I feel small inside

every time you're near.

I hate that even when I'm home,

I live in constant fear.

I hate you judging what I eat,

and even what I weigh.

I hate you ruin all the games,

the ones I love to play.

I hate that there isn't proof

of anything you do.

I hate that I endure abuse,

and no one knows it's you.

I hate it when you threaten me,

hate that you raise your hand.

I hate almost all you do,

but there's one thing I can't stand.

The way that you look through me,

like I'm not even there.

That one's worst of all

because you don't even care.