Spite You

You’ve built your little bubble

Pulled your cover tight

To block out the outside world

But now you’ve grown restless

You’ve started to lash out

Your misery is showing, love

You wield it like a shield

Don’t worry, little girl

You’ll find no comfort here

I tried to help you how I could

You stabbed me in the back instead

And now you lie in the bed you made

And I’ll move on to spite you