Sighting

I hate how still treat us like kids, I hate how you ask us to buy things for you at the store, I hate how immature you act despite your age and how you talk, I hate your whole existence. You are the fishbone that is stuck in between our lungs that give us trouble breathing, that crack in a cup that wont let us be fully filled and that grease on the pan that just wont come of no matter how hard you already scrub. I hate you and I especially hate how you inflict so much pain into us that cause us self-harm. I hate how you manipulate the people around you and victimize yourself. I hate how you look at us, those eyes that’s filled with disgusting thoughts, I hate how it so obvious that we start envisioning different realities where a single act could have gone so wrong. I hate how you keep on inviting strangers in our supposedly safe place. And I hate how you messed us up so bad that we actually find it fun imagining ways to off your whole being.