Because They Said They Loved Me: I Let You Repeatedly Hurt Me
You fooled everyone. That was one of your talents. Caring was your passion as well as your weapon. You played on weakness, as the scapegoat was your favorite animal. Oh, how you loved her. She was a pretty little thing with big dreams, but little direction. She looked up to you in admiration, and you looked down on her with disgust. In her, you saw your demons.
You never pulled the trigger, but you loaded the gun. You let them take the fall as you sat with compassion at the fallen. You nursed them back to you, but never to health; there for the wounded but not for the good. I’m the only one that knows your secret, your omissions, and your cries. You are a cold-hearted witch, but don’t you worry, I will never ever snitch.