I hate that

When you look at me and say you know everything about me, I hate that.

If I tell you the truth about myself and that changes your attitude towards me, I hate that.

When you let me trust you then go back on that trust, I hate that.

If I tell you how I feel when you ask then you tell me to stop crying, I hate that.

When I tell you that I'm gay and you act so surprised that it was your last though, I hate that.

If I look into your eyes and tell you that you've hurt me but you insist that I'm crazy, I hate that.

When you tell me that you're there for me and you'll try your best and then fall away from your words, I hate that.

I hate it when you lie to me, judge me, discriminate against me, I hate you.