How Will It End?

What will it come to in the end,
what will be the straw that breaks the camels back?
Will it be because I would not take out the trash,
or maybe because I refuse to go to the store for you?
Well what ever it may be I know the time will come.
It will start like pretty much any other fight
I will not do something for you,
and you will yell and tell me to go to my room and call me names.
Then I will come out of my room
and you will scream at me to go back.
At this point I will pretend I can not hear you yelling
I may even yell that I am not going any where.
This will bring you to the part where you
attempt to drag me out of living room
and into my room.
Of course you will go for my hair,
and I will curl in a ball and cover my head.
Then when you find you can not move me very far
you will just stand there and kick, and hit, and spit,
and do pretty much anything you can
think of to get me to get up and leave the room.
Now this is the part where the fight will change,
somewhere admiss the kicking and screaming
I will have finally decided that I have had enough of this.
That I will no longer just let you do this to me,
and this my friend is where things will turn very bad very quickly.
For you see you will not excpect me to
do anything other than maybe hit and kick you off of me,
this is where things will change and I will have the upper hand.
See when I get up you will think it is to run to my room,
but you would be mistaken in thinking so.
No instead of running to my room
I will head to the kitchen and reach into the draw.
Now for a few seconds you will be puzzeled maybe even surprised,
and I will use this to my advantage.
In that small window of oportunity
I will grab the chefs knife from the draw and run at you.
Now you might be able to fight me off,
heck maybe even take the knife from me,
but we both know that you will be too shocked to do much of anything.
At this point only one of two things will happen
either I will succed and the knife will be logged
deep in your chest and you will die or
you will grab the knife from me and
turn it on me ending my life.
No one knows how exactly it will end
wether it will be your blood or mine
that will stain the rug but one thing is for sure.
There will be a time,
I can not rightly say when,
that I will have become fed up with you
hitting me around and treating me like dirt,
and when that time comes I will put a stop
to what you put me through.
One way or another it will end.