She was me

She, much worse then me, was a demon.
She, much worse then me, was a whore.
With every sin she'd make
And every male mistake
She'd  become something I'd never thought she'd be, me.
And I was much worse then I'd ever thought i'd be.
My self esteem was a thin line of cocaine, going up my nose again and again.
At the time i thought it was my friend and i thought she was too.
I thought stealing and lying was the thing to do.
But I was wrong and the pressure was strong to be cool to be bad.
To subconsciously make yourself more sad and to dig this hole of evil.
What I didn't know was this path was lethal.
Until the day i died and she resurrected inside my young body.
And she made all the other girls hate me.
And all the  men want to rape me.
And they did, even though i was just a kid.
She wasn't and she said it was all alright.
And she's the reason I can't sleep tonight.
She, much worse then me was depressed.
She, much worse then me was smart.
Get her self arrested and then cry to the feds.
Build a wall where she could bang her head
Go to bed each night praying to  wake up dead
Use her intelligence to tear me apart
Use her kind words to break my heart
I did not know this but it was she that turned me into something eerie
Because She was me and I was she and I hate her.