I'm So Sick of Maarte

Honestly, there are times when I just can't stand you. I hate the way you walk with those people and just think, think that it's all ohkay how you treat other people. Even if you don't know what you do or mean what you say, doesn't change the fact that it happened. I hate how you twist things around and make it seem like you're the victim in these plots because you aren't and you know it. Good job, though. Maybe you should be the story-teller, you weave tall tales so well. Feel sorry for your sad little heart and let's forget about the one that you broke; the one that you trampled on; wow, that's terribly selfish of the other person to deprive you! You who must get it all or else be upset and affect everyone. I remember those days, accursed days from long long past. 

Well, it wasn't like this a year ago. Then ago, things were different that long ago.

Whatever life threw at you changed you. But who's to judge, we all changed.

I just wish the new you wasn't one that was so disagreeable with me.  Doesn't matter though since I can't say anything, not that I can say anything. No chance at all.

So I'l be good, I'll be quiet; like an obedient little child being trampled upon and does nothing, not even a whimper. 

That's how good I'll be, just for you. But honestly, shut up. Get your image away from me, please. Whenever it comes up, I cringe and remember all those horrifying bad times and terrible ideas and words and it all just falls apart.

Stop wrecking me, it's hard enough for me to maintain my composure let alone to put myself back together again and again.