Let's say that things were meant to be this way.
That you were always meant to stand in my way.
To beat me down without ever realizing, or pretending that you don't.
It's killing me, you're killing me from the inside out.
You make me scream and cry out to someone, anyone to make you disappear.
You're a thorn in my side.
Breaking my skin.
Holding me down with the venom you pour in.
Dying, dying am I.
Within.
Your never-ending lies.
So full of it are you, so irritating too!
I jest with you, smile with you, laugh with you.
I want to hate you, oh the satin-filled visages I do.
Yet I can't...
Perhaps that is why I cannot escape you.
