Hollow with turning

Did you feel better
when you made me feel bad?
How much smarter,
when you point out my shortcomings?
Does your fist pump in victory,
when you see my single tear?
Why did hurting me
Become a habit for you?

I returned insults with understanding,
Mania with patience,
Made excuses for your pain

My cheeks are hollow with turning.
The blood on my hands, my own

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