I wonder...

You're cruel as hell.
Although you've hurt from all the lack of love you've felt all this time,
I can't help but feel this wouldn't happen if you had no one to fall back on.
I can't help but wonder if you're doing this to spite me,
And that you're rushing things because you think you won't have any time to spend with her if you delay it any longer.
I'm the one who has to face the shame,
The one that has to swallow the disgrace,
And look back at the eyes of pity that look at me: "... That poor thing."

You bastard.
Couldn't you just have chosen someone who's not from the same place as we are in?
How the fuck am I supposed to go through this taunting in my face every other day?
No matter what you think I've done to you, What did I do to deserve all this?
Is she doing this on purpose, out of spite to me for giving her a piece of my mind?

I wish I'd never met you.