I want to tell you
That I'm sick of your lies,
That I hate your guts,
And don't trust
What you deny.

I want to tell you
To mind your own business
And stop getting in my face,
Making vile the food that I have only begun to taste,
Constantly getting on my case.

I want to tell you
To stop telling rumors
Malicious enough
To cause the growth of tumors,
In your mouth.

I want to tell you
That I need help.
But the damage
Is beginning to confine me
To a silent cage
Of ceaseless pain.

But 'I love you too'
Is the stubborn response that comes out
Instead.
Over and over again.