Parasite

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.