Hateful

I hate you. I hate you with all my strength, my breathe and my soul. I would say with all my heart. But because of you I have no heart. No passion.
Btw, thinking of the life you gave me, I am pretty better than I was suppose to be. You are hateful. I do not need to agree with you. But you don't think I may have my own opinions. I am just a fucking dog which has to follow you everything you say.
But I am not like that, so you do not like me. I don't like you either, so we match.
I do not live the life I deserve to live. I am a freedom person who is in prison. In a prison of people who pretend to care. But they do not.