what i say is what i feel

i don't like you.
yet, i care about you.

i don't wanna talk to you.
yet, you're talking to me.

i don't wanna hurt you.
yet, you're hurting me.

just so you know.
i have my own limit.
i can be patient watching whatever you're doing,
to place yourself and be the center of everything.
but you're off my limit.
i hate Over The Top (Dila, 2009) of everything.

with your attitude, it's impossible for me to get close to you.
pardon me for being harsh.
i play defense.
cos i'm getting over-protective over myself.
i'm OK.
but i'm not gonna be happy.
with you around.

but i know.
you will never know.
that you've hurt me.
and you'll never notice.
that i hate you.

hate is a strong word.
but i really really really don't like you.

and i'm really really sorry.
for myself.

no.

i'm sorry. for hating you.

p/s this post seems cliche, but believe it or not, for some reasons it's not meant to be about mr.ex.

from the bottom of my heart,
FAUZANA.