The frustration of a healthy and giving you,
covered by fear inside a spiteful spew.
I understand why, refusing to open your eyes,
when in front of you is security, for which you are blind.
Why when your desires are presented, you ignore me?
I understand, your vices are more controlling.
Why do you state, “The gift in you I appreciate,” Yet selfishly, you do not reciprocate?
My wants and needs are that of a selfish man.