recipeforhate

Under the bright lights of observation
You come prying into me
I watch helplessly
As you just pick apart each piece of me.

You fill the room
With every word you drill in me
You seal me up
Box me in, then set me free.

You trade my love
For a few shards of glass
You break the skin
You never even asked.

I mind your temper
Subdue you rage
You could let me go
But who, then, would take my place.

My place as your beggar
My labeled and driven defeat
Who, then, would watch you
From underneath your feet.