Hater

There’s nothing I would like to do more than to retreat into the dark corners of my mind, let it wipe me of all thoughts and feelings, except for one, and be consumed by its madness. I could never do that to myself, but somehow you can. You let this thing rinse your heart of your love for me and fill it back up with something else. Something misguided. Evil. I’ve seen the way you look at me and often wondered: What on Earth have I done to deserve your wickedness?

Tell me something: How is it that I can strip you down to your very core? Rattle your brain around, like my very own maraca, until I’m all that you know. All that you’ll ever know. Do I really irk you that much? The way I move through life flawlessly without a single thought of—

An insignificant being. Relax, it was only a joke. I’ve always known who my fans are. And sadly, you made it. You’re number one on the list! Isn’t that what you wanted? For me to know how much my existence bothers you. There’s no need to lie about that. Could you imagine if I actually did something to you, something minute yet effective? Maybe that’s what you’ve been waiting for, a reason why. Something to give your loathsome life purpose—

No, you’re here because you want to be here. You secretly love who I am. You adore me.

Otherwise, how could I be so big—so powerful to disturb your soul, your very essence, just by breathing?