You weren’t even there the many times when mom and dad locked themselves out of their home.
It was me that called, and you moaned in your phone.
I trusted you as any little sister could trust their big sister.
But you had a tongue like a tongue twister.
You couldn’t tell the truth for anything.
I can’t even say that I’m missing you.
If only I had known.
How you really were.
Sitting on the couch staring at yourself in the mirror,
I should have known when someone can’t see any clearer.
With their fake eyelashes glued.
I should have seen you were shrewd.
I didn’t have a clue.
I was clueless.
Mom tried to warn me about you.
But, I wouldn’t listen.
I have forgiven you.
But, you will never be a part of my life again.
When I walked with you I felt the deep pain.
You only cared about your own self gain.
The only thing I’m sorry about is that we’re related.
And how you degraded,
My mom before she died.
How she cried.
She tried to escape from your house.
But, you kept her locked up like a caged mouse.
You're such a louse.
She had sores on her arms.
No one heard the alarms.
She had three broken toes.
You're about to feel your foes.
You showed no loyalty.
Living in your fake glass castle,
Living like a thief,
You showed no grief.
When our parents died,
How can anyone be so cold?
Not to mention bold.
You sold out.
Without any doubt,
I don’t even know how you can look yourself in the mirror.
The nearer you get the more disgusting you look.
How you cheated the estate book.
You’re such a crook.
Not to mention bad cook.
You stole from mom and dad when they were alive.
And you continue to create your own hive.
I see you still trying to connive.
To get your way,
You’re about ready to meet your day.
I pray there is no delay.
You’re about to see God’s judgment one day.
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