You announced me to the word as a loser,
By the time you were yelling at me
in front of a huge crowd in town.
Are you glad to gain popularity
by hurting me?
Other people feel sympathy for me
after what you've put me through.
It is just a matter of time before you decide to throw a bone,
and instruct me to go fetch,
just like a dog does.
Loving you tend to hurt me immensely.
You developed a tendency
of treating me so mean.
At times it feels like a sin to love you.
Perhaps I'm guilty to show you
how much I love you.
Because loving you seems like a costly mistake.
The mounting pressure of catching up with your way of life hurts my pride intensely.
Author: Maswati Maseko®™
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