Grind

Just getting through a day here is a mission,
So many reasons to act up and end up in prison.
I don’t mean going out committing crimes,
I mean defending myself from the attacks I get all the time.
My upstairs neighbour has had me arrested,
For bullshit accusations I’ve overturned when I protested.
He constantly goads me and tries to get me to react,
So it’s me that’s off to prison with my bags all packed.
I walk down the street and people shout abuse,
As I’ve got mental health issues, well, that’s their excuse.
I get attacked in the street, beaten black and blue,  
They know I won’t fight back but why pick on someone vulnerable?
They’re all pushing me trying to get me to flip,
Their words crack in my ears like a supersonic whip.
They should stop what they’re doing, they’re pushing too far,
They won’t like what happens, everything will be FUBAR.
They seem to think I’m some sort of cunt,
Seem to think that although a beast, I’m some sort of runt.
Seem not to know that on everything I hold dear,
I’ll go further than them, I’ll never run and them I don’t fear.
I am trying to keep calm as much as I can,
As when I flip, I’m a machine not a man.
They’re pushing too hard even when I’m just trying to nap,
Like an elastic band being stretched, I’m about to snap.
Their abuse makes me sick to the extent I want to retch,
Why are they pushing me, why do they want me to do a stretch?