He said he hated me and it felt like my fault
even though i know it was not
I've never been hated before
and it's shaken me to my core
And I hate myself for letting it disturb my sense of being
Didn't I grow up learning this isn't how you treat me?
But I was also raised with the screaming...
He said he hated me and I didn't flinch
Didn't want to give an inch
Held it inside
until I cried
And now there's the silence that echoes the distain — his fuming out his pores, mine all in my brain
We were both raised with the screaming
and now, here we are, teeming with hate