you live to hurt
you love the pain
while playing the victim
in every game
forever the loser
dwelling in misery
asking nothing of others
beyond their pity
your pathetic plight
is always the worse
for the scars that you bear
caused by a curse
that plagues your existence
and must be shared with all
so you may relish their shock
at your perpetual fall
Don’t think me that weak
to succumb to your tricks
I will not give in
to your love of being kicked
one such as yourself
will find no pleasure in me
my sorrow goes only so deep
as the famed Dead Sea
if your languishing hurts
were as bad as you said
my dear, you’d not complain
why, you’d be dead