Confession #1

There is, as a matter of fact, somebody I hate.

But you would never know how much I hate this person.
You would not admit that I know what "hate" is.
Because I am a sweet and a caring girl. I am happy all year round. I am optimistic. I am filled with joy. I cannot hate anyone. Oh no, I cannot possibly hate anyone.

Oh, but I do.

Once, just once I ask, for your respect.
Maybe twice, but that's asking way too much.

Perhaps one day, I will have the courage to abandon all things and walk up to you, stare at you in the eye, and tell you how I have felt all these years.

I hate you.