My sister the bitch

 Your layers are many
Your mood swings are plenty
Your faces contrary
Your compassion is empty

Your face in the mirror
Self anger stares back
Boiling wrath simmer
Soon another attack

Friends are like minded
The network complete
A mutual clique blinded
Apology considered defeat

Your sickness grew early
In your formative years
Your moods always surly
To supress inner fears

So now you are older
A mother and wife
Your arrogance bolder
Control everyone's life

I tried to appease you
You saw kindness as weak
Your pressure cooker lip grew
Until no-one dared speak

You are gone now from me
Surrendering wins this war
I now know I am free
I'm up off the floor