She looked at me

With disgust

More like she undressed me

And what she saw inside was the opposite of her and that baffled her much

When she’s not with me I am “just a poor, dirty girl with no friends”

She’s “only doing” me a favour

She hates my guts, “only pretend to love” me much

She engage with me

Walk me home sometime

She dine and smile with me

Laughs and gossip with me

And she say she’s my friend

Why do we hate each other so much ?