I linger on your mind like the morning fog,
But I do not lift.
My heavy clouds are on you morning noon and night,
Perhaps that is why you are so intoxicated with me,
I am the weather of your soul,
The climate of your thoughts.
You occupy yourself with toil and cares,
But there I am,
As constant as the rising sun,
Setting the temperature of your life.
Even my lovers do not show me the adoration that you do,
What could I have done to become the object of your obsession?
Have you ever hated someone the way you hate me?