We hate the ones we love

How can we hate the ones we love?
As if yelling is somehow just.
Between family or friends
When our closest bond is trust.

We know they will not hate us,
We know they will be there,
We know they are our boulders,
For our torture they will bear.

When all the world around
Is evil and obscene,
The most common way to handle,
Is through this fiendish routine