I hate you because you always seemed to take pleasure in hurting me and you just loved to make fun of the things that I cared about. I hate that you always said horrible things about everyone, but only when their backs were turned. you're so fake and you lied all the time, for no good reason, just because you could and because you knew that everyone was too scared of you to call you on it. I hate that you had such control over me, that she always gave into you, that we had to jump whenever you looked at us. I hate you for sending us to that fucking church just to get rid of us,to that stupid place where they were all so phony and made fun of our clothes. I hate that you used to send me to the store for your cigarettes, that I had to do your housework every day after school and on weekends. I hate you for making sure that I had no life until I moved away from you. I hate you for telling people that you raised us, hate you for making me feel so inferior. I hate you for taking away my brother, we never got him back. I hate the sound of your voice, and the way you smell and your accent. most of all, I hate you because you knew, didn't you? you knew and you didn't do anything. for that, more than anything,I hope you rot in hell.
I won't even be sad when you die but I suppose I'll have to pretend to be so I won't have to explain how I really feel and why.