i was never good enough for you
no matter how much i tried
you wanted me but there was no love
you wanted to own me
you wanted my subordination
i think
i don't know what possible benefit you could get out of treating a person the way you treated me
you knew how much i loved you, and you loved pressing salt in the wound
why did you do that to me
you enjoyed every time you got to turn me down. you'd even egg me on to confess again
what was the point?

im not afraid to point my anger in between the eyes anymore.
you're lucky i tend to my moral duties in regards to my brother, the best i can, and try to stay composed for polite society
but one day i'll snap for good
and i won't miss my shot next time