venting i guess

Hours of tossing and turning
Sweat drenched pillows and sheets
The thought of you in my head
Playing that night over and over again

The hate I have for you is the strongest feeling I have
When I hear your name
See your face
Or hear voice I become livid

I pick my abusive step father over you
It would be great joy to see you cry
To see your heart being broken
To see all the pain imaginable in you're eyes

That would bring such a smile to my face
I guess you would call this venting
What ever you call it
I meant every word