Seething in Private

Please. Please spare me the hyperbole, the poetry and the heart rending constructions you've put on your situations. You were always a bitch and every fibre of yours is turned inwards. Sometimes, maybe you glimpsed reflections of the world outside, but you only saw them on the mirror of your soul. And I used to know you, I know there's a lot of scum floating on that soul.
Hatred is a simple thing. I hate you. Simple, right?

Edit: And I don't mean me.