I see you four to five times a day,
I don't even like you.
You're forced upon me,
By an non-listening soul.
They think you help me,
I have never felt so ill.
You're the only help I have,
I hate you more each day.
Person after person,
You are the same end result.
Why does no-one truly listen,
Does anyone have a heart?
You cause more problems in my life,
Stomach pain, irritation and strife.
I hate you to be honest,
You are my only relief.
Will they find an answer,
or just force-feed me more?
I hate you Vicodin,
yet I am your whore.
