The hot, hurtful words spew from her mouth
She does so many wonderful things with that instrument
But she unleashes her fury on me daily
If she heard anyone abusing her friends this way
She would defend them fiercely
And maybe that's the problem:
We aren't friends
I see her lift them up
I hear the words of love and wisdom
She gives these gifts to everyone but me
To her, everything I do is wrong
Every word I speak is foolish
Her hatred is visible
In her scorning sneer
I try to please her
I beg for her patience
We could work so well together
Tears stream down my face
As she launches into another attack
Of insults and sarcasm, courtesy of
That girl on the other side of the mirror
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