A Palindrome: Mothers and Daughters and Mothers

I screamed at her like some wicked hellion trying to rip apart her world. I was the embodiment of rivalry. She was growing older. I fed on the rage I stole from her, I loved young, I loved hard and fast, and anyone she hated. I loved like a forest fire and she could do nothing about it. She was just my step-mother Or she was, when I moved in with the guy about six years older Then I met her. She was about six years old- or she was, when I moved in with the guy. I was just her step-mother, and I could do nothing about it. She hated that I loved like a forest fire. I loved hard and fast, and anyone. I stole from her, I loved young. She was growing older, I fed on the rage I was the embodiment of rivalry trying to "rip apart her world like some wicked hellion" I screamed at her.