Your hatred burns,
so young yet so easy to hate.
I can only trust you as far as I can throw you
(I'm weak so that's not very far)
You think you know life,
I understand.
I was your age once,
but I realized the err of my ways and changed them.
Saw who was bringing me down and cut them out,
why can't you do the same?
I reminisce on times when you were small and we would do as sisters do,
hide under covers,
play pretend games,
laugh.
I understand you are the innocent angel that I once thought,
but that doesn't have to mean you have to be the devil.
Time apart gives me time to reflect,
see what I have been doing wrong
(which is a lot)
but maybe you should do the same.