Every time

Every time

I give and give and give

Ask you questions

Advice

Support you

Every single time

Even when I should know better by now

And you pretty much ignore me and just rant to yourself

Completely in your own world

Your own drama

I get it

Sixth grade

But it should be something you outgrow soon

And if it isn't

I can't be around this anymore

It hurts me

It takes away pieces of me

Focusing on your life so much when you never ask me anything about mine

I'm older

I know

But every time

I am there for you

And when I share something

Say something

You respond with "Nice"

Or "Cool"

Or "Okay"

Or "Cutesy"

The same short four words

Make up your entire vocabulary

When you're responding to me

And not yakking about you

Every time

And it's annoying, okay?

It's annoying that I mean nothing to you

Or that you act like I mean nothing to you

I need validation too!

I need to feel loved too!

I can't keep giving love and not getting it back!

I act like your older sister.

I act like your mom.

I help you work through all your problems.

All of yours.

Never any of mine.

If I talk about mine, suddenly it's "cutesy".

I give you real answers

Every time.

You give me stocked-up preppy vocab

Every time.

I'm sick of giving.

Of always being there for you

And you never being there for me

And instead getting mad or sad if I don't want to hang out

Throwing a fit

God, haven't we outgrown this?

Making me feel guilty and chase after you

Expecting me to laugh with you

It feels forced

The whole thing

Every time.

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

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