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Little Box

Words pricked with disdain
All your anger and your hate
Aimed at my soul
Hoping to penetrate

But I fight back, futile resistance
You know all my pressure points
Every trigger to my anger
I watch you as you rant

Do you really hate me that much?
Saying I’m lazy, out of touch,
With life outside
This second home, my little box

Your accusations cut right through
To my very being, the deepest core
How could you do that?
You think only bad of me, I wish you saw,

With your heart instead of your spiteful mind
The real me lost, drowning in you hate, left behind
You see what you want
Blinded by long formed opinions, now decide

Why you say the things you do
Is it because you see me in you?
Don’t like it, truths out
You hate me because of the truth