Poetry: Guilt Tripping

One minute I am happy,

The next I lash out in rage,

Deep down I feel crappy,

Thanks to my little cage,

Whose fault is it? Mine?

Oh please stop crying,

Is loving you a crime?

And quit your lying,

This certainly is not bad,

I am only trying to help,

So you should be glad,

Who cares how you truly felt?

You must be seeing visions again my dear,

Why not go get some medicine to make your feeble mind clear?

Such a wonderful contradiction,

Naive, sweet, delusional, weak,

What a powerful combination,

For a worthless little freak,

You are nothing more than the perfect toy,

And brings me so much joy,