Grievances

You dropped into my life

When I needed you most

That should’ve been the first red flag

You smiled at me like

A parasite in need of a host

Slipped a contract out of your bag

And when I frowned at the empty quill

You jabbed me with a dull syringe

I don’t like to be pressured

I don’t like to be pushed

I don’t like to be pressured

I don’t like to be pushed

I don’t like to be

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It was an ominous start

But you said

The money came from your heart

And you only wanted

The very best for me

You wanted me to succeed

But in your own particular sense

At a particularly painful expense

The independence of my body and my mind

From the particulars

Of all your extracurriculars

The fog of obligation grew so thick

I couldn’t even breathe

I don’t like to be pressured

I don’t like to be pushed

I don’t like to be pressured

I don’t like to be pushed

I don’t like to be

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Another twist of the knife

Another turn of the screw

Another perfect time

To thank myself

For drumming up the courage

To burn bridges with you

And for all the shit you talk about me

I should think

You would be thankful as well

But you just can’t seem to let it die

So we should probably discuss it

When I see you in hell

I’ve made a list of the grievances

That I never got a chance to air

I don’t like to be lied to

I don’t like to be tricked

I don’t like to be gaslit

I don’t like to be groped

I don’t like to be blackmailed

I don’t like to be stalked

I don’t like to be threatened

I don’t like to be trapped

I don’t like to be

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