“You’re not good enough & there’s something seriously wrong with you; no matter how hard you try, you’ll always fall short.”
“You’re too caught up in your own thoughts, too emotional, too intense, too numb, too calculated, too lethargic, too everything; you’re hard to love.”
These are the types of things you tell me on a daily basis, sometimes as a whisper & other times as a SCREAM.
I call you “The Bitch;” good, bad, or indifferent, you are a part of me.
But, there’s something I have always known about you, even when your incessant chattering leads me to disbelieve it…
Bitch, you lie.