Believe

worthless

fake

stuck up

bitch

wanna-be

ugly

When did I become less than good enough for you? When did you decide to pick me apart and become a hypocrite? When did the your pen touch the page and spell out fake bitch next to my name? When did it occur to you that I wouldn't be a pawn in your life plan anymore?
Where in you book does it mention me as anything more than your sidekick, the one you run to when nothing's okay anymore. Where is it written that you hate me? I can tell you the answer: Everywhere.
Who made you realize that I wasn't as perfect as you thought I was? I bet it was you best friend. Who decided that I should be dropped and left alone to suffer? Still her I suppose.
I. Can't. Believe. You.
Actually, maybe I can.
Maybe I can even believe what you said.
I get worse things from my mother.