Over The Years

Over the years, I have learnt to fear you,
To loath you, to hate you and to break you.
And I don't regret one moment of it.

Over the years, you have become older,
Become lonelier, more desperate and agitated.
And I don't regret taking advantage of it.

Over the years, I have grown much wiser,
Much uglier, more cruel and more obnoxious.
And the fact that you hate it, spurs me on.

The reality that I'm turning into a clone copy of you disgusts me.