I hate you. I hate you because they love you! I want to be loved too. I am going about it wrongly. But I want to be loved, but I don't want to be false for love--I am a person who does not beget love. You are. You are the spark that draws the eyes. I must be a cockroach. A billion year old species, but the most repulsive alive by consensus.

I don't want to acknowledge you. I don't want to know you're more talented than me; I do not know you're more talented! I want to believe I am the greater. I am the higher. I, I, I swear I am; I must be! Look! Yet I'm more hated. I'm less, I'm less than nothing.

And I will never prove I am better either.