I am... wait, I don't need to tell you about myself. Pfffff, screw this, I'm out!

You tell me you love me.
I get it.
I want it to make me happy.

You tell me you love your neighbors, that you're a good Christian,
But then you attack anyone who doesn't think like you do.
Anyone who you don't think is running their life right.

You tell me you love your pets.
But you starve them and beat them when you get angry
And I always have to clean up after your fits.

When you tell me you love me
I know it's a lie.
One that will be followed by pain.