*T/W: Mention of possible self/harm
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"Well apparently I'm a bad mom." She said. I sighed, "You're not a bad mom, but when it comes to helping your children emotionally, you sure do suck at it." She laughed, I hated when she laughed like that. Anger stirred up so quickly within me. As we pulled up to the curb to pick up my sister I remembered the night I found tiny cuts on both of her ankles. She explained to me though that she had gotten those cuts from her bottom dresser trying to squeeze by it.
My sister was now approaching the car as I said, "Well I found cuts on her ankle and it looked like she was cutting herself-" As my sister opened the door my mother busted and yelled, "You're trying to kill yourself?!" but I quickly continued, I didn't want to look like the bad guy, "But she told me that she wasn't and just got the cuts from her dresser." But with the chaos I had already started my voice sounded like a mere whisper against the roars.
You're a horrible person. You cause chaos where ever you walk. You know exactly what you're doing, that sly smile that sneaks up on your face. If only people knew so that they didn't trust you. If only they knew so they would never rely on you. If only they knew so they never spilled a single secret.
You let things go so far that forgiveness is a word they forget.
You're a horrible person, so I can never let you off your leash. But I would be lying if I said I don't love you.
The chaos you create secretly brings joy to my heart.
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