I don’t know who I am.
I don’t even recognize but I easily criticize.
My existence feels like a waste but not a disgrace.
Just there as a friendly face.
A shoulder to cry on.
To amuse but don’t confuse.
I’m only here for you
Use me
Play me
Hurt me
Desert me
Leave me without a trace
Mace in the face
Wet eyes
Your lies
Love dies