Let me be your punching bag
Please, don't dare give me a break of this cruelty some higher being has bestowed upon me. The worst part of it all is that I'm not even saying to anyone in specific. And, there is almost no exception to this outpouring of emotion. You are all in the same pool, to your own personal extent. I cannot escape to anywhere from the abuse. And that is what I will call it -- abuse -- for that is what it is. Just keep me around for time's sake. Keep me around to talk about your life. For this is what I am = something of use, nothing of heart. I am who you call to fill the extra spot, to keep the balance, to fill the uncomfortable void you wish your selfish feelings not to experience. I wonder, and please tell me, do I have a sign on my back insisting on you trampling over what you see as insignificant feelings?
Or at least, that's how it feels.
So please, take your dirty mat and shake it off somewhere else.
And the reason for all that isn't near just. I've failed to completely remove myself from what you consider important and worthy of matter. I have correctly given permission to let the foreign world corrupt me and turn me sour. I never even put up a fight. I'm all talk.
Something I've discovered...you will never be able to give up with anything. Everything takes work, everything requires a certain level of tenacity. You will never get a break. No one on earth has this chance. No one, except one's last friend, death. But forget that. You and I will always be working towards something until the day we take our last breath.
I'd rather not dig myself any deeper.
Or at least, that's how it feels.
So please, take your dirty mat and shake it off somewhere else.
And the reason for all that isn't near just. I've failed to completely remove myself from what you consider important and worthy of matter. I have correctly given permission to let the foreign world corrupt me and turn me sour. I never even put up a fight. I'm all talk.
Something I've discovered...you will never be able to give up with anything. Everything takes work, everything requires a certain level of tenacity. You will never get a break. No one on earth has this chance. No one, except one's last friend, death. But forget that. You and I will always be working towards something until the day we take our last breath.
I'd rather not dig myself any deeper.