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May 2017
I bend over backwards
I give everything
it never seems enough.
my shins end up kicked
till they’re ****** and sting.

they take all I have
and always want more;
graciously I oblige,
I don’t notice the pain till later
when I realize I’m sore

pained by the mental abuse
raw from emotional jabs
their cruelness I try to avert
but
I’m simply too nice to people
and that’s how I always get hurt.
Mary-Eliz
Written by
Mary-Eliz  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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