mindless swirls

I wanted so bad to scream at her

with every inch of held-back hatred I could muster

and actaully look her square in the eye

and see that hers held just as much fear as my own, probably more

and yell and tell her everything she's doing wrong

and how she is pathetic, and can't survive without me

and how she never did anything worthy of recognition in her sad little life,

and how all I want is a compassionate sister

one that won't knock on my door deliberately while she knows I'm busy

cook food, clean, do laundry, take out the trash, and actually give a damn

about something, just once in a while.

But I won't get that, not tonight or any night

because that just it; she doesn't give a flying s**t

about anyone

but her.