Misery loves company

I think you like to see me miserable.
I think you enjoy the look of agonizing pain I give you everytime you say it.
I think you hate the fact that I have control.
I think you hate the fact that I enjoy my life more than you enjoyed yours.
I think you're jealous.
I think you hate the fact that I'm not your puppet anymore.
I think you're blinded by your own fantasy.
I think you see the similarities and it scares you.
I think you hate that for once I'm not sitting at home every weekend wondering what it likes to go out.
I think you've been looking for a reason from the start.
I think you're lucky I have self control.
I think you know I depend on you still and you use that to your advantage.
I think you jump to conclusions too fast.
I think I've lost my trust in you just as much as you have in me.
I think you've lost me and you know it.
I think you've pushed me so far that I can't turn back.
I think we're never going to be the same ever again.
I think you have fogged up your own vision.
I think you want me to blow up.
I don't think you realize that you could have prevented this.