Almost never have I trusted you.
You have lied to me,
You have looked through my personal items,
You have tried to make me take sides,
and you have hurt me.

You try to pry into my life to use me,
to get what you want,
you disgust me,
and most of all no, not you,
but I hate you.

You copy me,
try to be just like me,
and expect to go to my parties,
with MY friends,
who hate you too,
but it will never happen for reasons you will never understand.

For one,
I cut myself,
your brother asked me twice about it,
and you,
you never asked or even noticed.

Two,
you do things like me even when I ask, even beg or tell you not too.

I have problems at home,
and all you want to do is talk about how "stupid" my brother is.
You don't know him.
You don't know me.
You don't know my life.