The story of my life
Screwed over by men
yet again.
They say they'll always be there
and that they'll always care
Yet are nowhere to be found
When I need them the most.
They make promises to me...
I have yet to see one unbroken.
I sit like a fool and wait for them
And believe them when they lie.
My trust is shattered,
My heart is like ice.
I go through this life alone
with no support in the world
to help me stand my ground.
At times I want to let down my guard,
Open up my heart again,
Or break down and cry,
But if I am not the strong one
Who else will do it?
People ALWAYS turn to me for advice
Or to help them in some way.
I do whatever I can
and make their lives so happy,
But fail to find happiness in my own.
Who can give me advice
When I'm the one who supplies it?
Who will point me on my way
When I just can seem to find it?
Who will comfort me when I'm sad
When I'm the one with the soothing words?
Who will cheer me up after a long day,
When I'm the one who brings smiles to faces?
No one will because no one ever has,
I am the rock..their solid ground...
and sometimes I wish that I weren't.
This isn't a real poem I suppose, but I've had a really crappy day and I needed to vent....comments and votes, while appreciated, aren't necessary...it just helps to get these things out.
