
I've stepped into someone else's story,
Crafting every detail from beginning to end,
As if it were playing out in their minds.
But it never truly occurred, nipped in the bud.
Tell me again how much you detest me.
Tell everyone what I've done.
From the outside, everything seems reversed.
They denied me entry into a completely different society
Than the one I'm currently in.
Tell me again how much you detest me.
Humiliate me again.
Your words cut like daggers.
Even though I write crime novels,
You're the one who separates flesh from blood.
Tell me again how much you detest me.
Tell everyone where you've been,
When I tried to shield you out of love,
You fought back, taking every chance
To ruthlessly erase every part of me.
Tell me again how much you detest me,
So the others will too, surely.
You visit psychologists and cast aspersions on me
Psychologist at heart.
I want to know what you told your doctor.
Did you mention a dysfunction in the family?
One damaged person is enough to cause
That kind of pathological behaviour
With a mother budging to kill her for a thrill.
Tell me again how much you detest me.
Know right from wrong within yourself.
Their meanings are reversed from mine.
Thus, you've truly embarrassed yourself, my dear
With a single false viper's gesture
Tell me again how much you detest me.
Spreading falsehoods to everyone nearby,
After smiling and feigning an outward guise.
To keep this hard truth hidden within this charming facade,
Because no one can ever know what you've done to us.
Tell me again how much you detest me.
Your actions, though you may struggle to describe them,
Are not mere figments of my imagination.
They stem directly from your venomous nature,
Driving everyone to turn against me.
Tell me again how much you detest me.
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