entitlement

I don't understand what makes you so arrogant-

Your tongue is your weapon and your pride is your shield.

You pick apart my wounds until scratches become scabs and scabs become scars.

Who dealt you the card of insincerity?

Who let you choose?

You could have been happy, but instead you allow yourself to become submerged in distasteful accusations and thunder rolling skies.

I shouldn't care, I shouldn't have to-

But my pity is far greater than the hate I have for you.