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My Personal Care Attendant

I hate you, so I curse at you.

Day after day I want to strangle you, but I can’t.

Because I can’t put my hands around your neck.

Even though you try your best to help me, I still want to hurt you.

I ask myself, Why do I feel this way?

Is it because I know that I can’t live without you?

Or is it because I know you can live without me?

Everyday you come in and tell me that your life is going well.

That makes me want to send you to hell.

So you tell me that I am not well.

I ask you to see it from my point of view,

So you try to, but you can’t, ‘Cause you’re not in my shoes.

Please tell me why I hate you?

I know. It’s because I need you.

May 10, 2000

Image by Miguel R Perez Rivas from Pixabay

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