When did I become a joke to you?
When did I become the person you build up and up,
Only to tear down piece by piece by piece?
When did you start thinking it was okay to mess with my mind?
When did you start thinking that I was the perfect person
To break down and humiliate?
First I became your diary,
Then I became your therapist,
Next it was the advice giver
(Even though you never listened),
And now I’ve become the one you pretend to make plans with
Only to cancel at the moment you're supposed to arrive.
What gave you the idea that any of this was okay?
I’m so tired of the drama you bring.
I’m so tired of trying to help when you won’t listen.
I don’t think I can do this anymore
I don’t think I can be your friend;
Not if this is where it leads.
We planned an entire day,
And yet, here I am,
Writing this poem while watching TV
As I sit at home alone.
If you were looking for my breaking point
Then I can congratulate you on finding it,
You’ve finally hit the last straw.
No more!
I’m done!
This isn’t what friends do.
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
When did I become a joke to you?
When did I become the person you build up and up,
Only to tear down piece by piece by piece?
When did you start thinking it was okay to mess with my mind?
When did you start thinking that I was the perfect person
To break down and humiliate?
First I became your diary,
Then I became your therapist,
Next it was the advice giver
(Even though you never listened),
And now I’ve become the one you pretend to make plans with
Only to cancel at the moment you're supposed to arrive.
What gave you the idea that any of this was okay?
I’m so tired of the drama you bring.
I’m so tired of trying to help when you won’t listen.
I don’t think I can do this anymore
I don’t think I can be your friend;
Not if this is where it leads.
We planned an entire day,
And yet, here I am,
Writing this poem while watching TV
As I sit at home alone.
If you were looking for my breaking point
Then I can congratulate you on finding it,
You’ve finally hit the last straw.
No more!
I’m done!
This isn’t what friends do.
I can't stand people who make plans and then say "oh, I never thought we we're going through with it!" And when they do it over and over again, then its time to remove them from you life; they don't add anything positive to it
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