I hate the way you stare at me, starring with those arrogant eyes. I hate the hypocrisy and the ill-made masks you buy. I hate the way you act and lie, careening like the aristocrats; I hate those pretentious flies who presume on their intellect.
I hate your laughter and your smile; the plastic and sterile. I hate your proud and airy style, it's selfish and most vile. I hate the way you stare at me. You, my own reflected protege.