You
Why does everyone think that you are perfect? Why can't they see your flaws? We are meant to be best friends and yet I find myself hating you. I hate the way that nobody has the strength to stand up to you, even though they know you're wrong. I hate the way that when we argue everything is always my fault. I hate the way I am always a second class citizen in your eyes, which you think I am worthless, ugly, and unintelligent, that anything I might be feeling is not important, that my ideas and opinions do not count. You never tell me anything important; never let me make a decision, never allow me to take part, unless you want me to do your dirty work for you. I hate how everything in your life turns out so well and that you do not care when I am unhappy. I hate that you use me and make me look mean or stupid in front of everyone else, that I always get the blame, that I am the traitor, the backstabber, the bitch, and that you are respected and good and kind and fair. Nobody else seems to realize that you are a hypocrite, that you like making trouble and being the center of attention. That you cannot bear for anyone else to have the slightest moment of joy. I hate that you are whiter than white, that you have this perfect life, that you take away all of the people I love without any conscience, without any effort, I hate the way you always shine whilst I stand alone in the shadows. Sometimes I wish that bad things happen to you, but even when they do you always triumph, part of me wishes you would die so that I can finally be rid of you. I hate hating you because that makes me pretty and weak, but what I hate the most of all is that I find myself wishing I could forgive you.