You treat me like a child,
And tell me I'm a bitch.
You don't even know me,
You call me a nasty little witch.
I cry sour tears of anger,
You don't flipping understand,
You just get angry,
And tell me I'm selfish.
Well guess what?
Times like these,
Make me want to tell you
You're the bitch.
If I learned it from anyone,
It would be you.
You're the nasty big witch,
And I'm your bitchy assistant.
Well honey,
Wake up,
You taught me everything.
Why all of the pride,
And guilt trips,
When you're just as bad?
Wake up bitch,
And live in reality,
Instead of your own perfect little land,
Where every one does something wrong,
Every time they move,
Except for you.
Wake up bitch,
You need to face the real world,
And not fake reality.
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is this about me?
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It's not about you. It's about someone in my family?
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