People.

I hate their smiles. The way they do it so easily and with no apparent effort.
I hate their laughs. The ones that may come after anything they do and sound free of everything.
I hate their walk. Because every single step I take will never get me to where they are.
I hate when they talk. They break my silence and force me to listen to what I cannot say.
I hate their hands. Seeing them makes me want their arms and chest to hug me.
I hate to be hugged. It reminds me of how weak I am to stand affection.
I hate when they are here. They invade the space I would like to be mine alone and remind me of what I would like to be like.