Why?

You write about me,

Saying the worst things,

Thing I never would have imagine,

Basically bullying me,

Blaming me for it all.

What have I done to you?

Am I that spoiled?

Am I that mean?

Am I that rich?

Am I that bad?

Do you understand me?

Do you understand my life?

Do you have two alcoholic parents?

Parents who have hurt you both physically and emotionally?

Parents who are drunk on a regular basis?

Do you not basically have a mother in your life?

Is your mother so depressed she spends days in a row in bed?

Does your mother have so much anxiety she can barely go to the store for groceries each week?

Does your father work endless hours?

Is your father spending from all morning until late at night working?

Is your father spending even more overtime doing more work?

Is your father basically gone all day until late at night?

Are you left spending your time alone?

Do you even understand my life?

No.

Then why are you doing this?