dismissive

I hate this.
I hate the way you make me feel.
I hate your compliments.

I hate the way you treat me in person
And the way you talk to me.

I hate your fake politeness
And your little mind games
‘Cause I know it is just to keep me close
But to keep me away.

I am not your toy
Or a thing to feed your ego.
I bleed and I cry
And you should respect me
‘Cause you bleed and cry too.

I hate writing this
But it prevents me from going mad.
Mad at me, mad at you,
Mad at this dismissive universe
Who allowed this to happen.