My ever so famous... hatred poems... I write these when I'm angry...

Nothing

You curse at me,
scream at me,
call me names.
Shatter all esteem I have.
You don't love me.
Don't tell me you do, either.
I see the hatred in your eyes,
burning into my skin.
I close my eyes,
still listening to you scream.
I mentally cover my ears,
for if you saw me cover them,
I would only get yelled at more.
My eyes are still closed.
Intercepting what you are saying.
I don't care.
Just like you've taught me to.
There's tears in my eyes now,
but I cannot let you see me weakening.
My eyes stay closed,
preparing myself for the worst.
The screaming then stops and I open my eyes.
The tears stream down my face. I don't care anymore.
You walk away telling me what to do.
I start to cry harder knowing you don't care.
I will never be exactly what you want.
I can't do anything right, you even told me so.
I can only be what you teach me.
But you teach me nothing.
So that's exactly what I am.
Nothing.