Another story.
Another excuse.
Another lie.
It's okay though, I'm used to it. It's not like I expect anything else. At this point I might actually find it odd if you told me the truth.
You say things, too. You tell me I'm not worth it, that you don't know why you're still here. Why you even waste your time on me. As if I could give you an answer.
With all of your knowledge you could probably write a book about how to shoot a smile off of someone's face. It's a gift actually. There aren't many people in the world that can make me feel as bad as you.
But there is a catch. You see, all of these times that you make me feel like I don't matter, it's clear to me that I do. If you really didn't care, then you wouldn't lie. You wouldn't try to hide the things you did because you didn't care about my reaction. And no matter what you say to me, no matter how many times you ask yourself why you haven't left yet, you're still here. You do care, whether you want to or not, and I can see it.
It's just too bad that it's slowly killing me.
This poem was sooo easy for anyone to relate to. I am sure everyone has come in contact with an ignorant and selfish person described in the story. For example you say "You tell me I'm not worth it, that you don't know why you're still here. Why you even waste your time on me." You also describe how the person lies "At this point I might actually find it odd if you told me the truth." I think anyone can think of a certain person who lies all the time and only cares about themselves. Therefore, the theme of this piece is so universal and that makes it so good!
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