paper sack

I’ve got a brown paper sack
filled
with all the pills you want me to take
you wait on me like a nurse
and make sure that I feel incapacitated
and loved
and riddled with guilt
I drank your punch for many years
but what is worse?
you are well liked,
I am well scorned
and who would believe
I am
under your spell?
You’re my biggest fan
You cunning man
You make me out for a queen.
but in my reciprocity
I find
My needs are not mine.
What you give is not
what
I
need.
When I snear
and request
what I think is best
oh the shame that falls on me.
I grow silent
feeling trapped
and indeed
become torn
confused
and incapacitated
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