I play your patronising games...
Yes you make me feel useless...
Yes you make me feel small...
Insignificant, inferior, incapable
Stupid!
I\'ve never liked myself much
Sensitive as hell
You reduce me to tears
Yet....
You chew on my confidence with relish
A biscuit ground to crumbs under the heel of your sharp tongue.
But fight I can
And fight I will,
Because if I let you under my skin
You\'ll linger like eczema
And start to spread......!!