Thorns!

you pulled the rug under my feet
and stripped the only garb
which protected me from harm
you threw caution to the ill wind
when you knew that it blew no good
You had in the open
for all to see my mockery

why should i forgive you
when i hear people scorn
every step i walk past them
you know the taste of bile
know how much it sucks
yet you chose to feed it to me
and now you go mad
when my own pound of flesh
threatens to tear you apart