You call me abusive
Because I refuse to be abused by you
You call me hateful
Because I protect myself from you

The tables are turned
From the word “go”
It’s so topsy-turvy
Twisted and distorted
You are harder to shake
Than this here cancer
And you just might be
Its cause

While I am fighting for my life
You’re busy playing the as-if game
Attempting to score points
For pretending to care
Offering scraps
When you have the whole cow
To feed me

I know this
I see it
Yet still I can’t
Get away from its chokehold

As you push me down
In the water
Standing on my head
While shouting to the world
That I am making you drown

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