Ronit

I hate my name, it echoes yours

A sound that scratches, never soothes

I know you never wanted me

Though smiles can lie so easily

You're hell to me, and even Dante

Skipped your circle, took the long way

You burn, you bite, a dying snake

Yet somehow thrive in your own wake

You’ve got the force of something vile

An emotional vamp with a wicked smile

You hate me, and I’ve learned to feel

That loving you was never real

Now you’re a stranger, cold and far

I’ve no idea who you even are

You’d beam with pride, if I’d been born

A boy, not this, your secret scorn

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