You're words,
spiteful, tasteless, damaging.
You act as if you are the victim,
when infact you are the attacker.
You stand there, pointing, shouting,
whilst we remain calm, sitting.
Don't dictate to me about myself,
my lack of respect for my mum.
When you verbally abuse her.
You have scarred this family,
you're actions have consequences.
Realise this. Before you completely destroy it.


The End

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