Analysis of conflict

I’m hurt when I see you
I’m hurt when you lie.
I’m hurt when you greet others
 but never fail to pass me by.
I’m hurt but your stares
And the annoyance in your voice.
I’m hurt by your glare;
The fact that I’m your second choice.
But I mostly hate your frown
And when I make you mad.
And I hate the tears in your eyes
When I make you sad.
I hate when we don’t talk;
When we haven’t met an end
But most of all, what I truly hate,
Is feeling that I’ve lost a friend.