I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive you. The day you said that your own problem was because I was born, I heard gun shots strike me but no physical wound. All my life you’ve smacked me around with words like I hate you. Overall, I would have taken more   blows to the head than those bullets struck at me.  
Does my existence burden your entire life, starting at 6 years old?
Theres no halo hovering above me, I’m willing to admit what I’ve done. I wasn’t the perfect little sister, but I didn’t have an ideal role model either.
I could sit here and point the finger at you, but that’d make me nothing but a hypocrite.
I don’t hold you accountable for my self loathing, its my own mistake for letting you drag me down thinkin’ I’m nothing but dirt.