I only love things that are bad for me, but self-sabotage isnt the only thing Ive inherited from my daddy

I have his sharp tongue, his cold eyes, his stoic expression when hes upset with somebody

I can make you feel worthless when you disappoint me; like youre better off dead than being around me

Youd wish that wed never crossed paths - youd wish that instead, you chose to walk right past

I can make you feel like a God, or I can devour your soul and rip your self-worth apart

Tear your sense of self to shreds like your existence means nothing; like your lifes not worth living if its not me that youre unconditionally loving

Its your choice; choose wisely, think carefully.

Are you going to worship me at my feet, blindly agree with me, constantly tell me how youd be nothing without me?

Or are you going to draw a boundary by choosing yourself, and turn me into the cold-blooded Lilith that Im programmed to be?

You see, its not in my hands, its hereditary. A lack of willingness to be better is in my familys history.

You either love all the toxic patterns which create me or deal with the catastrophic wrath of challenging me.

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