I’m fine

I’m fine when you scream. I’m fine when you involve me into a mess I have nothing to do with and make it look like it’s my fault. Don’t worry, I actually love it. I adore the way you treat me when you have a bad day, or whenever you feel like I don’t deserve to be treated correctly.

I love the fact that you can tell me whatever you want and there will be no consequences, you won’t even apologise, but if I complain I’m the bad one.

I feel like shit, but you don’t even care, you look for yourself and you don’t think about how you’re hurting me. I feel like a horrible person when you look sad playing the victim role, but you tell me we are the reason of your sadness, and my world falls apart. I feel like the worst human being alive, and I hate myself for it.

I know I can’t keep things this way, but I don’t know what to do about it. I can’t change the way you are, but it looks like you aren’t even trying.

I hate the way you make me feel, but don’t worry; I’m fine.