You don’t accept me,
you judge me,
you criticize me,
you betrayed me,
you stabbed me,
you blame me,
you couldn’t stand me,
you created stories about me,
you gave me bad fame,
you wanted me to lose,
you wanted me alone,
you were always talking
crap about me,
all of this,
because you
wanted to be me,
I understand,
it’s not ok,
but I understand.