Wish i was the inflicter,
'stead I'm the oppressed.
cant tell fact from fiction,
I'm always left clueless.
the way you make me feel,
it's like I'm deflated.
i feel like I'm always in defeat,
while you stand around,
simply elated.
i cant take your expectations,
what you want from me is to much.
you want me to accept you,
while you reject me,
how can i take your touch?
i cant see this resemblance between me and you,
what is it that you think we have in common?
maybe it's because you hate me,
and i hate you.