You are a thorn in my side,
a bruise that never heals,
you are a knife stabbing
me in the back after you
already attached.
You are a rock in my bag,
a piece of dirt in my sandwich,
you are a virus to my sinuses
and you never supported
my feelings, instead you
turned it into your personal
attack.
You cause me anxiety
and stress until my
blood pressure rises
through the roof.
You don’t care about my pain
or the suffering you claim.
You push me away
with your sensory games,
you never bring peace and quiet,
instead you turn up the volume
causing me to seizure and
blister.
I’ve given you chance after chance,
yet you never change your attack’s
or your directional haze.
You keep playing your evil games,
you don’t care about setting
the table, or cleaning your place.
You make a mess of your life
causing me to suffer too.
I will forever be a puppet
to you, you pull on my strings
like a **** pulling the trigger.
Bang!!!