Stop

i hate when you're upset i hate when you're mad. i hate when you look at me you're anything but glad. i hate when you say those nasty things for to my heart they send painful pings. could you really be the one for me? i really doubt it because you see; i try my best to make you happy, i do what you want and you choke back your laughing. it's not enough, you keep wanting more. i keep on giving and i feel like a whore. are you done? will he stop? i walk away and i hear a plop. he was my arm. what will he do? he squeezes it hard, i'm forced not to move. i shut up and listen out of fear not manners. why would he do this? he's red from his banter.