The one I had always looked up too.

She held my hand,

Yet always guided me in the wrong direction.

She made me attack the one

Who now I stand strongly beside.

Twisting my perception lie by lie,

She slowly became a carcass.

A reflection of what she had become.

“An attention seeking whore,”

Is what I would say

Yet, despite my sorrow and rage boiling in me

It seems nearly impossible to cuss her out

I can never work myself up to do it.

She wondered why- why did they hate her?!

But it was because I told them

What I was afraid to confront her about.