You say you can’t help,
But then you make it worse.
I ask you not to tell,
But then you do it anyway.
You twist my words to your advantage,
Then you shove it back in my face.
You’re a snake. A worm. A parasite.
You feed off me and throw me under the bus.
Then after you ask for my forgiveness.
I hate you and I’d be better off without you,
But I’d have nothing without you.