Rock and a Hard place

A rock and a hard place,
Is where I am,
You got me where you want me,
And I couldn’t give a damn.

Rotting in hell,
Do what you want,
What do I care,
If you’re all hollowed and gaunt?

But all that you care about,
Is me doing my time,
Never realizing,
I have my own things to find.

Get the FUCK away from me,
You disgust me, you pig,
Back off and leave off,
I’ve my own hole to dig.

I hate this,
I’m trapped,
What am I supposed to do?
I want to get away,
And tell you I’m through.

But I can’t,
So I won’t,
Because that’s how it works,
I’m stuck in this place,
That is full of your quirks.

Am I forced into this?
Or is it voluntary?
If I did the work,
Would you still be wary?

Do you know how it feels,
To not be able to breathe?
For fear of tripping up,
And showing the seethe?

No I don’t think so,
Because you know none of that,
All you know how to do,
Is cut and scat.
Pitiful.