Fire

"Don't tell me what's in
Tell me how to write
Don't tell me how to win this fight
Isn't your life
It isn't your right to take the only thing that's mine."


I never thought I could hate someone... I mean, really hate. But I'm beginning to hate you. It's scary because we were once best friends... and now I really mostly can't stand you. Maybe because you cheated on one of my other friends... but if I'm honest with myself, the real reason is because, strictly speaking, you have always been better than me.
If I'm even more honest with myself, however, I can see that I don't truly believe that. I feel I am better than you. It's just that you're so high and mighty. Everyone has always told you that you are the best, and you believe it. You've been told you are the best musician, the best writer, the smartest person; you've always had high grades in every exam- be it music, english, science, anything. You obviously must be prettier than others, or you wouldn't have had most of the boys in our year after you. Every single person who meets you loves you, so you must be a better person than anyone else. You had everyone trailing after you in high school. Every experience of your young life so far has perpetuated the implication that you are the most wonderful human being in the world.
I just wish everyone could see how fake and terrible you are. You whine about your life as if it isn't good enough for you. You cheat on people, you're blunt and insensitive, you lord it over everyone, you flaunt your success to make other people feel bad. Like I said, I never thought I could hate anyone... but you've managed to tip me over the edge.