"Good girl." you say.
"You're behaving as you ought to."
And I lap up the attention
like a sick little puppy
craving attention from its master.
How pitiful of me
to act this way.
How shameful to behave
in this self-degrading manner.
Yet I still follow you around,
drooling over you,
begging for another pat on the head.
Idiocy is what it is.
But I can't help myself.
I sit pretty,
ears perked up waiting to hear
your voice saying
"Atta girl. I think I can love you now."