i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it i hate it.

i don't want to eat vegetables 

why is the vegetable asking me to eat it?

you,

over there,

why bother what plate i'm preparing,

what restaurant i'm sitting in,

what cultery i'm using?

who are you to me?

you're not even my...

whatever.

who are you to boss around,

care who i go out with,

where i go out to,

what i wear,

what i do,

really,

you are nobody to me.

don't act like you know me;

because you know nothing.

i don't even _ _ _ _ you.

i don't even want to eat you.

things were fine as they were,

you sitting on your plate [if you were on a plate anyway]

and me sitting over here not doing anything just waiting.

can't you stay on your plate,

which is not mine anyway, [if you are on a plate anyway]

and let things be okay?

and i will abstain from meat for now.

the piece of steak doesn't want me to eat it.

isn't it sad enough already that the steak doesn't want me [to eat it]?

now this random vegetable, which i have no _ _ _ _ for, comes,

out of the blue, sitting on the other plate, asking me to eat it.

i dont want to eat vegetables,

and least of all,

you

i'm not even eating now.

since i can't eat what i want,

i will not eat, because that's just,

the way i am anyway. 

we should all know our place.

and you belong over 

there.

and 

i will continue to sit

here

and starve

till i get to eat meat

or dying waiting/trying to.

because that's the way i am.