Slight Words
He likes for me To spoon feed My inadequacies So he can spit them back Smile And act like We're not just host And parasite Like he's doing me a favor I swallow my pride And he savors Every minute of it Every minute I bend Back further than I should I break Tiny fissures split across my aches Threatening Begging me to take Considerable action Consider this acting Is doing me more harm than good And I know I should Walk quickly away But I stay I stay I stay And I lose a little more of me Each day Because I just can't find The time To teach myself to say If I'm honest, I need help If I ever hope To get away I am held And I never know The things To say To my reflection To make me Believe I should ignore His misdirection That I Should bide my time Surrender To introspection He likes to feed And I Part my lips And always Always eat But should instead Clench these teeth And decide To starve And die To finally be free