Shall I die?

You think you know the greatest humiliation
but you do not know the greatest humiliation.
You, watching at every corner, I can't crap-
without you smelling it. You humiliate me
more than I have you with your profession.

I want to die, a great big death, at my own hands.
and leave you to your enemies
that you think are your friends
I have learned already that all you are enemy.