I have always found friendship to be a balance.
You have to give and take, that’s what keeps the whole thing working.
But you took what I offered,
Robbed what I had stowed away for a rainy day;
And ultimately stole the last of my caring heart from me
Until I had nothing left to offer but tears…
And you, you even took those.
And yet,
You spat them back in my face with
Poisonous,
Hurtful,
Jealous feelings
Because these were the only things that made you feel powerful.
I hope you have learned that being a good person
Doesn’t come from stealing another person’s goodness;
You have to earn that honor all on your own.
About the Creator
Lizzy Gabrick
I spent many years reading and writing in my adolescence but have found inspiration has lapsed since I have become more settled into my adult life--a career and marriage. I look forward to changing that and sharing my creations with you.
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