Difficult

If you wish that I suffer,

Expect me to thrive.

If you hope for my success,

Then surely I will fail.

I’ve ever been the stubborn type.

You, the source of this petty gripe.

Cutting off my nose, all to spite

My face.

So long as you don’t get what you want from me,

I’m content.

Unless, of course, you want that conflict,

In which case I agree completely.