i’m the underserving object of the anger you dispense

what have i done to cause this?

it’s killing me, the hate-stricken suspense

i sit here, reading by the light on the floor

waiting for the moment when

you step in through the door

will it be with sharp and clicking heels?

impatient for non-existent, auto-cook, prepared-in-no-time

meals-on-wheels?

i understand you’re busy and you’ve got a lot to do

but would it kill ya, just this once

to show affection- a hug or two?

my emotions go all topsy-turvy

up and down, around and

c u r v y

to be ignored by one not so easily forgotten

gotta be world’s worst feeling

from soaring and sky-high to way-down-there rotten

pay me some mind please

i’m not lagging behind, at least

always up at the crack of dawn

but you have to remember

i’m not your pawn

stretch me too far, sure i’ll bend

but every day, maybe i won’t mend

you’ve got quite the spitfire on your hands

i’m no longer gonna do what you demand

did you ever feel lost in a place you thought you knew so well?

understand how i feel, stuck here in my own personal hell

for i love you so much, and that’ll never change

this independence, it’s all an act and i

need you still…do you find that even the least bit strange?