His voice is ripe with derision.

“It’s not me,” he insists.

“It’s you, You. YOU!”

You don’t make me smile.

You make me unhappy.

You made me cheat.

You made me leave.

You made me hate you.

You, you, you…

Your words precise with scorn,

And I am shamed.

I am stunned.

I am scorned.

I am nothing without you…