Blech... work

Propelled by a force
To do what she wants
Going against all that I feel
To appease
Don't want to feel her rage
Don't want her to make me feel lazy
I just want to stay here
Don't want to go out there
Hate being in their world
Rather be in my microcosm
So I wish to the gods and all that there is
And wish to the fishes, from the hers' and the his'
Where I gather my courage, my pride and myself
And put all of the rest, in order on the shelf
To insulate with plastic with protection and pride
I wish I didn't have her on my side