I don't like myself

I don't like myself. I am so pathetically accommodating where you are concerned that I don't recognise myself anymore. I pretend everything is okay and I wait for scraps from your table like a starving dog which doesn't want to be banished outside for being too demanding. So you're ill. I am sorry that you are sick but I am sorrier that I can't see you. So I will wait and see what happens tomorrow.