Tonight your pain is worse, it’s been building as the flesh deteriorates Infection now makes every touch, brush or pressure agony And I am a monster for I feel no empathy Sunday I came home and wanted to spend time with Playa, When will you do this, when will you do that I’ve worked all day, all week without a break now it’s time to catch up with him Then I have to listen as you tell your worker how you never get any help And more painful than that “Playa puts himself to bed” a stab, but he knows better No good it would do to point out the things I’ve done, they don’t register on the scale past the things that aren’t So then, when I’m feeling ill and wrapped up trying to fight a chill Shivering, fetal, nauseous, with your bitter words to Playa, I take exception once again Fetal and shivering on the couch but to you it looks like I’m laughing at you Body aching, I want to sleep, 9:30 I tuck in Playa and read with him When I tell you I want to go to bed “well I