I'm the bitch in your face when you need one the most,
and the friend by your side when you need someone close.
My head spins with anger, and I wish I could bleed;
but I make myself pleasant when that's what you need.
I'm pulled and I'm pushed and I fall to the ground-
but I'll get right back up if it makes you feel sound.
I give and I give and I break and I break;
but I'll tend to your problems, for mine I can't take.
I spread myself thin, like elastic I'll snap,
but I'll be there for you and I'll have your back.
I'll fix myself later, and right now I'll be here;
but the seething and anger will always be near...
I smile and I curtsy and I put on a show,
to help you fuckers out so you'll never know
that I'm tired and I'm hungry for someone to hold;
but I've got to stand strong and I've got to be bold.
Well, I'm holding on tight and I hate to sound cold,
but I'm ignoring you now to mend my own soul.
Author notes
This isn't great. It's not even good. But I had to write it because I've had a shit day, the words rhymed in my head, my friends all need help, and I've got my own problems; so please, spare me the harsh verdict.
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so sorry sweetheart. i know how this feels and i bet alot of us do but you have enough cherries to speak it. this is pretty and i love it. and screw all those that dn't
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