Mad.

I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for always being nice.

 I'm mad for always apologizing for things I didn't do.

I'm mad for getting attached. 

I'm mad for depending on you and wasting my time on you. 

I'm mad for thinking about you, 
and most of all for not hating you when i should have.

Too bad make-up can't cover up all the ugly things you've done.

I'm really meant it.