I pride myself on my strength.
My ability to always get up.
To walk away when I'm not appreciated.
I don't cry.
It takes more then mean words,
To hurt my feelings.

And yet.
When it comes to you.
The only person ever know to hurt me.
I can't just walk away.
I can't just get up.
I stand there, waiting.

Behind a door you only open,
When you need me.
Otherwise it's slammed shut.
Locked tight.
No matter how much I need you.
But I still stand there.
Waiting for the hour or two,
You'll give me once a month.

I pride myself on my resilience.
What the hell is it about you!
That I can't just stand up
Walk away.
And close the door on you?!