You scare me
You laugh
I’ll laugh with you.
I scare you
You cry
I’ll cry with you.
Your dad tells you off
You get discouraged
I get discouraged with you.
My mum tells me off
You shrug it off.
She calls you a ….
You get angry
I’ll get angry with you.
Someone calls me a…
You agree.
You cheat on me
I cry but forgive.
I cheat on you
You throw a fit and break up.
Only to come running back to me
When you are in trauma with the drunk day
Someone goes,
Peek-a-boo
You are frightened
Someone goes,
Peek-a-boo
I don’t get scared but wonder who it is.
But the one playing with me,
Making me its puppet,
Taunting me,
Torturing me,
Is you.
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Excellent poem. Good work.