Sometimes I hate you.
I did my best
to wake you up.
I brought you your clothes
I packed you a lunch
But you couldn't be bothered
to move today.
The way you screamed at me
reminded me of being a child,
hidden away in a closet,
crying over mistakes
Reminded me
of leaving home,
the relief that there was
no more fear.
But today I hate you
for making me fear you.



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