Parasite,

Reading all your notes in my yearbook.

I've already torn up the post it notes you left.

Their message is sour now that you've been exposed as the shit of my life.

But the yearbook pages, I think I'll keep them to show me just how much words can be lies.

They're complete lies.

"Friends don't last forever," (I say that myself), "so I guess we're sisters."

Sure, maybe if we were in olden times and you were my older sibling who killed me to ensure you got the crown and throne.

What's that they say?

You can be the pot and the kettle, bitch.

Kindly, fuck you.