Toxic

A poem about love, and hate.

You say this is healthy.

This is toxic.

Is that why you poison yourself?

Is that why I play with sharp objects?

You laugh when I say help.

I know where you get your help from.

Is she helping or hurting?

You believe one thing.

I believe the opposite.

Rage in a cage.

Ready to kill.

Is she an ivory goddess to you?

What has she done for you, that I have not?

Does she give more than me?

You say I have changed, but have you ever stopped to wonder why?

So quick to pass judgment on me.

When the end has come, you went running to her.

Where was I?

I wanted to be by your side.

Why does she get to be your queen?

Why do I live as only a servant?