I hate you… I think.

I hate the way you speak,

and how you act so grand.

To you it's like I'm worth,

As much as a grain of sand.

we fight and yell,

I say go to hell.

you say well screw you,

this time I'm through.

My face is turning red ,

Remembering all I've said.

And now we both regret,

That all is left is dread.