It’s honestly fucking hilarious
how you can make everything about you
each and every time
you come back into this house.

You walk in waltzing around
like you’re better than all of us.
You expect us to change
everything, because of you.

And you know what’s sad?
It works.
It seems as if you have cast a spell
over the family,

letting you use them
at your will
for anything you desire.
but it wont work on me

I see right through it,
I know who you are
and I hate you
because you’re doing it again

And to think,
we used to make pretend
in the tree house
and I used to love you.


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