… AKA The Straw That Decimated The Camel.

Snarky comments every day.
Snide remarks never at bay.
Twisting all I say and do.
Timing how long I'm in the loo.

Dictating how long I sleep or wake.
Logging where I go, how long I take.
Dictating what I'm able to do,
How far I walk, and how long too.

Behaving like a spoilt child,
Toys out pram and stomping wild.
Making excuses every day,
It's always someone else you say.

"It's their fault" or it's theirs or theirs
But never yours, it's mine or theirs.
You twist the truth cos you can't take
The onus for the crimes you make.
You play the victim but it's you
Who makes my life hard to live through.

You just want someone to control,
Who'll put you on a pedestal,
And then you're nice for a short time,
Whilst them you fully undermine.

And when there's nothing left of me,
So much you have killed snarkily, 
You'll play the victim one more time,
Knowing it's you that's done the crime.

It's not just words it's actions too,
You killed the trust I had in you.
You never even took the time
To help in a way that would be fine.

You want the glory, you want to boast,
But I hate the smell of burning toast.
You don't care what I think or need.
For glory you have so much need.

A little effort is the task,
It's really not so much to ask,
Like putting things where they should be
And making decent cups of tea.

But comments snide and snarkily,
And years of going on at me,
Of hurt and tears at what you say,
And do nearly every day,
Must stop if you want me to stay!