I hate what you do. Hate the way you behave.

I am not someone who is at your beck and call. I am not your dog. Actually you treat me worse than that. At least I think you wouldn't just abandon your dog anytime you want, and only take it back when you want it. You've dashed all hope I've had in you. Even when I face you now, I can no longer bring myself to smile at you. But yet again, you refuse to acknowledge my presence, isn't it.

So actually, why am I even feeling sad over you?  Are you worth it?
I guess not.