I’m a coward because anytime anyone has ever called either of you out has been willed out of existence with your over inflated sense of moral and intellectual superiority.
I’m a coward because I can’t count how many times you looked the other way as you walked past my room when I was crying and felt so alone in the world.
I’m a coward because when I gave you a present you never acknowledged it and left me to find it amongst rubbish in the garage.
I’m a coward because your circumstances are so unique they prevent anyone from questioning your behaviour.
I’m a coward because neither of you apply the same harsh rules to yourselves as you do to others.
I’m a coward because you turn on the charm offensive as soon as you sniff out the faintest hint of generosity like hungry ghouls only to disappear once what you came for is well and truly consumed.
I’m a coward because I would be threatened when I was at my most vulnerable if I ever spoke up.
I’m a coward because whenever anything went wrong you left me to fix it and never offered a helping hand unless it affected you directly.
I’m a coward because you’re both so damn deluded that you have no idea nearly everyone around you is thinking what I’m saying.
No, none of this is on you at all because I’m a coward.