(to my sister) you used to love me you used to care for me you made me hate you so many years later you would kiss me on the cheek now you grind knives into my chest you think that i want to be civil to you after that i made my own bed, true but only i will lie in it its no surprise to me that you are my worst enemy but what have i ever done to make you despise me so i've only been me just like you've been me even when i was much younger and you used to call me a sissy and things like that you've been you but i'll never forget the bad times i'd remember the good times if there were any.Birth sign: Aries
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