I imagine you as a big sister.
When I do something wrong,
you'd eventually 'grab my hair and slam my face on a brick'
to 'discipline' me.
When I do something right,
you still 'grab my hair and slam my face on a brick'
to show that I was being 'too vulnerable'.
Y U DO DIS?
I have to struggle to make good things happen around and for me, behind your back.

Yet, there's others who like your abusive company,
by continuing their worse.
Because they secretly want attention from you,
knowing that's the only thing they can get.

No matter how rude you are to us,
we still love you for letting us know
that their is 'some kind  of fairness' in the world.

A balance of good and bad.
For us to be kind and yet strong
for anything that gets in our way.