Bella Devotchka

my best poem

when i am sick you stay
you like the fact you have control
now i am trying to make peace w/ myself
you turn your back as if i have abandon you
you are disgusted at where i stand
throw me out when i try to move
disgrace me your in the right
disgrace you, see line above
your strenghth comes throught my weakness
your weakness comes through my strengh
i hate the person you make me
you hate the person i want to be
i am no one, no worth, no reason to be
you love that, you feel high, you have so much superiority
i know where i stand
no higher than where you lay