Amorphous soul
splintered by expectation
and the need to repel.
Your urge to rebel is deafening -
a knee-jerk of panicked hysteria
assimilated as defiance.

Self-denigration is spun -
doctored to become
the chiding mask of resentment.
No contentment is sought
as kick-in-the-gut assault
engenders more feeling.

I feel your hatred