You were like a second mother,
I was your mini me.
Born to your brother,
But I was yours by proxy.
It's too bad you live in a fabulous, fucked-up fantasy.
You were as enchanting as that white wooden archway,
Your thorns hidden behind crimson red roses,
Slithering like a snake you spewed nothing but hate.
I got older and no longer saw through rose colored glasses,
You gave me no choice but to become a verbal assassin.
Venom dripped from your lips,
You didn't like my...