Nothing Personal

I really hate her.
It’s not a superficial hatred,
Not just something you can skim the surface of
To find its true reason and meaning.
It’s not a petty hatred that a child can relate to.
It’s a hatred that consumes me.
Don’t get me wrong,
I have my reasons.
She never says what she truly feels,
Only showing her sweet side,
Never revealing that poisonous smile.
Only I know her true intentions.
It sickens me when she feigns innocence,
Revealing that lovely smile,
Pretending that everything is all right.
Who is she, you might ask?
Oh, it’s me.

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