You Taught Me How to Hate

I know you don't want to hear it,I know you don't really care,You know how much I believed in you,But you never believed in me.I know you see me crying,I know you hear the words I say,I can feel that you have a heart,It's just not with me.I can't quite understand what it is you meant,When you told me how great of a friend I was,Then insulted me behind my back,Critisized me for doing what you have done every day of your life.You couldn't even let me know to my face,You were too afraid to even tell me in a note,Or even through another friend,Instead you hid it away and pretended I was dead.I just wanted to let you know,If you're not too naive to not even know who you are,That in return for you many years of so-called 'friendship' and 'love',I've already started to forget you ever existed.I don't need you hypocrital remarks,Or ritorical questions ringing in my head,Your cold heart,Or pathetic ignorance to block my own path.You, on your own, by yourself, without help,Have failed to even impress the coldest of people,And to me especially,You are nothing more then another forgotten memory,And I thank you for teaching me one very valuable lesson...How to truley hate.I wrote this in a quick moment of hatred.... well.... more pity.... towards someone who has apparently always been my friend. Written October 28th, 2001 © on Oct 27 2001 05:02 PM PST   0 • 10