PUNCHBAG

I am your punchbag.
Feel free to do me in.
Go on, give me a slap.
Give me a good hiding.

It's my fault, not yours.
It's my fault for being me,
For being aggravating,
And thoughtlessly silly.

Smash me into a wall,
Throw me down the stairs.
Nobody is watching,
So therefore no-one cares.

I'm wearing the wrong colour,
So you'll make me black and blue.
I did something the wrong way,
So hit me, why don't you?

Don't tell me that you love me.
Love won't hurt me on purpose.
Love wouldn't push me around,
So what's this thing between us?

It's abuse and nothing more,
So I won't stay in this place.
If you need someone to punch;
Stick your fist in your own face.

Around 2002