Do You Hate Me?

I’m dead.
I walk around in a sea of chaos.
No one can see me.
No one can understand me.
Here is you and me.
Taking everything I say as something else
When I mean exactly what I said.
Nothing more, nothing less.
I’m creating some conversation.
I regret it after it comes out.
Because here is you and me
With this silent conflict
I never wanted.
It’s my wrong doing
And I regret it after it comes out.
I don’t want to walk on egg shells anymore.
It’s too fragile.
It takes too much effort.
So I ask you
Do you feel it too?
The conflict?
I just want to know right now.
Because I’ve been killing myself
With a silent gun
Of pure anxiety.
I need to know.
Do you hate me?

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