I hate that you are constantly searching for my flaws.
I hate that you whisper my insecurities to everyone.
I hate that you hold me to such a high standard, and make me cry when I can’t reach it.
I hate you.

I hate that you make me cope like a child, scratching and clawing at scarred skin. 
I hate that you refuse to listen to me.
I hate that you make me act like I’m insane.
I hate you.

I hate that you make me struggle past something that happened years ago.
I hate that you make me remember ancient events like I remember what I ate for lunch.
I hate that you, my mirror, are unforgiving.
I hate you.

I hate that you yell at me.
I hate that you’ve defined me,
I hate that you are always within me.
I hate you.

I hate that I have to learn to tell you no, when I haven’t even used that word before.
I hate that I have to take responsibility for you.
I hate that I have to say it was my fault,
Oh, how I hate you.

I hate that you ask me do things, and I listen.
I hate that I’m giving you control when I say you made me do it.
I hate that I do these things.
I hate you.

I hate that I hate my life, all becuase of you.
I hate that I have to relearn how to breathe.
I hate that I have to be stronger than you.

I hate you, Depression,
So I am using this fire,
This passionate blaze,
To destroy you once and for all.