Hate that I entertained you…

Why am I like this?

Accepting to a fault…

And NO, I don’t deserve this.

Goodness outpouring from my veins…

I can’t help it.

And inate need to help anyway I can…

And you took, when it was convenient.

Beneath the surface I am good.

Misunderstood, but good.

What are you though?

Twisted in some sense…

People don’t treat people that way,

When they ‘care’ about them.

I think maybe I was a means to an end…

The only one who could really be counted on.

But you took my kindness for weakness,

One to many times.

And now I’m done.