You.
Yes, you.
The one who changes
her name every
five freaking
minutes.
The one who
I used to call
my sister.
Yes, you.
You know it's you.
I see you reviewing
other peoples stuff,
and I'm here,
starving for your
attention,
the attention I grew
to need,
the attention
I lost
when you left
me.
I could say your name,
but that would ruin the
game
that I've made.
Is it you?
Or you?
Ooh, or maybe you?
But it isn't you.
It's her.
Only her
do I crave
this attention
from.
Just say hi,
tell me you hate me,
tell me you want me dead,
sweetheart your wish
is my
command.
(you hold me in your hands)
I'm the Playdough you played with
when you were three,
I'm the sandcastle you made
when you went to the beach,
I'm putty
in
your
hands.
Tell me to cut.
Tell me to die.
Tell me to leave you alone.
Sweetheart,
your wish
is my
command.