Hateful Confusion

Is it so wrong for me to hate you?
Your actions as dark and sinister
As the stripes on a tigers back
All the times you raped me
Of me
All the times you bludgeoned me
For me
Your words as cold and conniving
As the tip of a serpent’s tongue
All the times you spit at me
To define me
All the times you laughed at me
To reiterate me
Is it so wrong for me to hate you?
All the times you stepped on my neck
All the times you stole my respect
Every whelp on my back
Is proof of your attack
Every scar on my soul
Is reminder of that
Is it so wrong for me to hate you?
Why am I bloodied and scarred?
Why am I helpless and marred?
Why is this my problem?
I cry tears that you should drown in.
I hyperventilate breaths you should choke on.
This is your pain from your transgressions
You’ve lain about my throat.
Am I so wrong to want to give it back?
Your thoughts as evil and maniacal
As the grin on the face of a demon.
All the times you tripped me
To fall against your sword.
All the times you stabbed me
to kill my imaginings.
Am I so wrong to want to hate you?