You Love to See Me Hurt

Do you find joy in seeing me hurting? Do you take pride in seeing my tears; which you rarely see? Is that why you want me to hurt so much?

You think my sister enjoys your company. She loathes you, tells me to stay away from you, she tells me to leave you behind. And I do, but I cannot seem to separate from you, nor can I sever my ties with you without seeming hostile in your mind. If I cease talking to you, you will go and cry to your ‘mommy’, once again painting yourself as the victim, and I as the villain. Always weakening your voice so that you seem weak; you truly are the epitome of deception.