HATRED AND CONFUSION
She hates me.
Why does she hate me?
I did not remember doing anything,
Anything, that would make her loathe me.
I recall we were childhood friends,
The best of friends in that filthy street.
And after I was taken away,
I have never seen her until today.
She hates me.
Why does she hate me?
I try to reach her,
But her eyes laced with anger and fear stops me.
I stand there, looking at her bothered face.
"Are you kidding me?!" she yelps.
I don't understand why.
When did she mature that much?
She hates me.
Why does she hate me?
"Rey!" a man calls. Who is he? Who is Rey?
"I saw your wife today. Did you beat her good again?"
Wife? What wife? I have a wife?!
How can a twelve year old...
Wait, I have big hands; the ground looks distant, too.
I face the mirror. I do not look like a kid.
She hates me.
Why does she hate me?
I reached for her hand like I usually do
But she slaps mine away and faces me with disgust.
I hug my knees at a small corner,
It doesn't fit a big man like me.
I am hated. I am confused.
The only one who truly loves me now despises me.
She hates me.
Why does she hate me?
She stands in front of me.
"What are you doing there?"
"Have you taken your painkillers?"
She asks questions in a very cold voice.
I stared at her, dumbfounded.
I don't know what I should say.
She hates me.
Why does she really hate me?
"Rue. Just Rue. I am twelve years old."
Introducing myself feels like the orphanage again.
"You are Reynard de Villa, 31 years old."
The doctor tells me the things I don't know.
I was beaten up my by foster parents.
I am now beating up my wife.
She hates me.
Why does she still hate me?
"You are his alter ego," she says.
But I can see her eyes now soften a little.
I try to reach her again,
And she receives my cold hand gently.
A sheepish smile spread across my face.
Can I change her mind, without changing mine?
