her hate

she stares at me with spiteful eyes her hate seeping through her soul pouring into my being she, who is supposed to love me unconditionally but I disgust her remind her of who she hates so she makes me feel small a shadow of who I am an incompetent person because it makes her feel good to be better than me From the ashes of her hate, I learned to love myself. To live despite her burns, To find my own confidence. To rise above And love myself