Parasite

I am a parasite, taking happiness, leaving only anger and upset,
Either by bothering them with my problems that don't matter,
Or doing things to hurt them that I'll never forget,
And of course to make it worse, the former can cause the latter,

Or the material things I take with no return at all,
When those who have to waste it on me don't have it to waste,
I force myself to make what I take be small,
It's still an amount that would be better erased,

I starve myself, eating only when I have to,
I suppress my emotions and try to stay quiet,
It's not easy but I feel that it's what I have to do,
Keeping my mouth shut and just enduring the pain from it and my "diet",

I could end my waste altogether, maybe that would be best,
Because this parasitic life is something I detest.