you hate how he doesn't love you.

you hate how he acts around you.

you hate the way he operates.

you hate the silent dancer,

dancing on your heart,

not even caring if he's shredding it apart.

you hate the puppeteer, playing with your

heart strings

forcing you to act a certain way,

nothing you ever experienced

you hate the acrobat, swinging on the

lines of

love and hate.