your whipping post
or punching bag
nor will I be your maid
I’ve had enough
I will not be

the one who listens
to all your troubles
the who is always available
when no one else is around
the one who lifts you up
when you’re feeling down –
you’re always feeling sorry
for yourself
I will not

be the person you take
for granted
the one you take
all your frustrations out on
and I will not

be here when you get back
I have packed
I am gone
So long