I hate you.
I hate you for making me feel expendable.
I hate you for making me feel like just another anonymous face in the masses.
I hate you for making me doubt my worth.
But most of all,
I hate myself for letting you.
For spotting the charring flames that surround your presence
And still moving closer.
I hate myself for this person I have become.
For forgetting who I am.
For accepting mediocrity.
For resting on my laurels.
For letting my ego be stroked and my vanity take over
While the world passes me by.
But no more.
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