Why does everybody 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 nobody has the strength to stand up to you even though they know you are sometimes 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, that 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 that everything in your life always turns out 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 everybody 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 realise that you are a hypocrite, that you like making trouble and being the centre of attention that you cannot bare for anyone else to have the slightest moment of joy.

I hate that you are whiter that 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 would happen to you but even when they do you always triumph, part of me wishes you would die so that I could finally be rid of you. I hate hating you because that makes me pretty and weak but what I hate most of all is that I find myself wishing that I was you.