For Fakes I Admire

I hate to see you around, Talking, making that sound, "Morning, you bound?" Glad, morning from me found. I hate you on that ground, Standing *****y, so profound, Talking, making some joke, Jokes that make me sound, If only a punch for every word you spoke. I hate that I heard them say, You are my blood, my sister, I hate that I see them consider, Me, a being, a bloody brother, To a heartless loving creature. I hate to say I love you, With a tear, a wish you would do, I hate to say I care, For tears, for fakes I admire