i'm not a client

I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around,
and the fact that you didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
not even close;
not even a little bit;
not even at all.

like i said.. i'm not a client. or at least, i'd like to think i'm *not* one.
10 things. i could probably name a hundred more.
but it doesn't really matter. 10.. 100.. 1000 things?
in the end, i think it doesn't really change anything.. :'(