You worm. You scum.
You with the fake smile, the ingenuine complements. The half-assed sentiments and who straight facedly misrepresents.
Why do you haunt me? Torture me? Send me into fits of agony?
Does it give you pleasure? Is it your self worth's measure?
Maybe it's not your fault. You're so sheltered in your ignorance vault.
But I hate you. Hate you and love you. Because you are me. You are my creation.
You are my wanton desire, my unstoppable temptation.