I hate (...)

I hate the way you talk to me ,
I hate the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much that it makes me sick ,
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh ,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate the way you're not around ,
and the fact that you didn't call.
but mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
not even close , not even a little bit , not even at all.