I Hate It

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I hate your alarms. Always so loud, so annoying,

yet later on it’s me that you tell to shut up.

I hate it.

I hate that you're bossy. I hate it when you say no. Can I- “No.”, please just- “No.”

No, no, no, no, no! No! No!

Why, though? Why no? You’re always like this.

I hate it

I hate when you only think of yourself and disregard others. You’re the center of your world;

you always forget us.

You’re too shameless, too bold. I hate when you talk about personal topics so openly.

Please, just stop. It’s embarrassing.

I hate it

I hate it when you leave me for last.

Always out of reach, you never have time for me.

I ask you for a simple favor. I swear it’ll be quick. “Sorry, I’m busy right now.”

I’m not a priority, huh? Not even on your to-do list. Probably just a silly little afterthought.

I hate it.

I hate when Mama believes everything you say and doesn’t consider my own thoughts or opinions.

Is your word the law? Do I have no say?

You think you’re always right.

I hate it.

I hate your perception of me.

I’m just a kid to you, right? Immature. Irrelevant.

As if I could never say anything of substance.

I hate it.

I hate that I feel this way.

I hate it, but I don’t hate you.

Despite it all, I still want to talk to you,

I still need you.

I hate it

   — Frustrated Younger Sister

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