Walking with a Ghost

I've never said this about anybody before, but I think I can honestly say it now.

I hate you.

I want you out of my life. You make me sad and angry in ways that I've never experienced, and I hate you for that. I hate the way that you want to be around me, and the way that you talk to me like you belong. Every time I see you I want to scream at you to go away, leave my town and never come back. I'm not an angry person, but you fill me with those feelings. I don't love you, I don't care about you, I feel nothing good for you.

You're out of my mind, and I want to keep it that way
I hate you.