You are a constant source of frustration and disappointment. Every time I look at you, all I see is a reminder of everything I despise. Your mere existence challenges my beliefs, my values, and threatens the facade that I have worked so hard to maintain.
I try to show love towards you, but it feels fake and forced. The words "I love you" taste bitter on my tongue because deep down, I know that it's not true. How can someone like me possibly love someone like you? It goes against everything I stand for.
Your presence in my life is like a dark cloud hanging over me, casting shadows on every moment we spend together. Your laughter grates on my ears, your smiles mock me with their innocence. How dare you be happy when all you bring into this household is shame?
The way you challenge me with your beliefs and identity makes me sick to my stomach. You think that by being who you are, by standing up for what you believe in, that somehow makes it okay? No amount of defiance will ever change how wrong it all is.
And yet...despite all this anger and resentment towards you, there are moments when doubt creeps in. Moments where the mask slips just enough for me to catch a glimpse of something deeper within myself - fear.
Fear that maybe...just maybe...I am wrong about everything. Fear that perhaps the problem lies not with who YOU are but with who I am. Fear that one day...you might stop trying to please me altogether
But those thoughts quickly vanish as soon as they surface because admitting such weakness would mean acknowledging the cracks in the perfect image I've built for myself.
So here we stand at an impasse - two opposing forces locked in eternal conflict within these walls we call home. And as much as it pains me to admit it....maybe...just maybe....there's more beneath our shared disdain than either of us care to acknowledge or explore...
But until then, You remain nothing more than a thorn in my side, A reminder of everything wrong with this world, A burden too heavy for even MY shoulders bear.