If it's any comfort.

No expectations, no explanations, anger bursting forth,

So unlike the usual drifts, such different, sharp retorts.

You always took and never gave, yet you thought you were the best,

And I thought you had a special place, so different from the rest.

But now I'm left confused, what is false and what is true?

Now that you have said out right to me, so clearly,"I hate you."

And a plastic apology later, and a plastic smile to match,

Am I breaking or did those words simply not leave a single scratch?

I do not know, for maybe I have known this all along,

Or maybe I'm just acting out, trying to be strong.

But it's okay, in the end, I won't put blame on you,

If it's any comfort, just so you know, I've hated myself too.