Anger.

When I see you, I smile. When I see you, I say hi; give you a hug and make friendly conversation.
But, to be honest, you make me angry, you make me mad, you make me so so so frustrated. The fact that someone like you could make me so upset surprises me. Now when I hear your name I cringe.
You're one of those people that could read this and get easy satisfaction. This is the exact attention that you want.

I'm not trying to give you that satisfaction.
I've realized I already give you too much.