You are a bitch.
At least, to me you are.
You are supposed to love me,
But instead you push me away so far.
I've grown to hate you,
To call you horrible names.
But you do it too
And I'm tired of your games.
The hate/love game you play.
I don't want to be a player.
You love me or leave me,
I pray for you, and I'm not even a prayer.
Calling me selfish and a bad daughter,
Even though your younger daughter, I mother.
And what about my brother?
I treat him like no other.
He's special to me,
He has the biggest heart.
But you pick on him
And tear him apart.
So, dearest mother.
Don't be surprised when I leave.
You can't hurt me again,
I won't beg and plead.
