Torn.

I hate all your words,
And I hate all your lies,
I hate being here,
With your fake disguise.

I know you hate me,
I can see it your eyes,
Don't pretend to love me,
It's me you despise.

I know I'm not good enough,
And I'm so sick of trying,
I'm so done with tears,
And I'm so sick of crying.

Two more years,
And you'll have your wish,
I'll be gone from you,
I know I won't be missed.

So save all the pretending,
It's no use anymore,
Not when I can see right through you,
And it leaves me torn.