She Laughs At Me
She Laughs At Me
When I was strong, little did I care for her
Shuffled her voice when she raised a protest
Ignored blissfully, all her repeated begging
Foolishly forgot that she was the core of my life
Drunk in pride of all my own potential
Mercilessly, starved this delicate one
Hardly realizing, acid made holes on her
Ignored recklessly her pain as she died slowly
Now when I am old and tired, she
Is blasting me with all her revenge
The agony of my cramps hits like a dagger
Butchering me alive, making life wretched
Oh, my dear stomach! now I realize, too late
Starving, without food was evil on my part
As I sit here, with the terminal pain, repenting
She, my stomach, full of ulcers, laughs at me.