Slander

You hate me..
And apparently I'm not fond of you,
But I disregard

Close my eyes
And hide my head
Shivering in the chill breezes
Of anonymity
And plausible deniability

I don't want to be deprived
Depraved
I never wanted design
that I had to accept
I don't like to be kind
Don't beg, and I don't go around
And around and around and around

But I'm not quite ready to drop
Not ready to turn and walk out
I'm not ready to ignore

I still look down rivers
And wonder
I still read and hide
Its not them I hide from
Its you

Its not them i write to
Not even you
Its me
And what wasn't to be

Depending on your point of view..

Because you hate me
And apparently..
I'm not fond of you