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I do have a talent—my voice is normal when speaking, but sometimes I never recognize my voice anymore. Since it pitches high and low, based on its wavelength and pain.

My man also has his abilities—he knows how to be a gentleman but like a light switch, oh ****! He forgot how to be gentle with me.
I was born into this world—to make enemies, and not friends.

I tried so hard to be kind, but they end up taking advantage of me.

I tried so hard to be humble, but out of respect, they forgot their own place—but feels too entitled.

I tried to be respectful, but they traded it for disrespect.

To all of the Pontius Pilate and Judas Iscariot of my life, shame on you!

To the 30 silver coins I wish I received,  but I received none.

I tried to stay silent, talked less of my opinions, you still have some beef about me, made irrelevant issues and nonsensical point of views

If I sat with you on the table during gatherings, you talk **** of others behind their backs

If I know, I'd say it right away, "If respect is no longer served, stand up and bring your plates and leave."

Because when a person who brings their plates to the table personally, they are not afraid to stand up, once the discussion is said and done.

You will never find trust and respect in the same person twice.
=)
Save some money for yourself, so when things get rough, it will be easier for you to leave in a situation you don't want
;)
Know when to leave the table, when respect is no longer served :)
I hate to break it to you— Dialing your number feels like tracing a flatline, As I wait, suspended in silence, The ringback tone echoes, a hollow refrain.

When the phone rings—I hope you answer it now. An unknown caller stays behind, I know, it waits for you to come by.
Maybe I look like a ******* devil
I smirk a lot, I love it when I **** you off
I get on his ******* nerve
He gets mad so easily when he suddenly sees me
Like what the hell did I ever do to you, man?
Or what the hell did I ever say to you, man?
You got mad at me so easily
Oh, of course, I, myself am a trickster
Loving to see this view
I could watch his reaction change all day
Seeing his mood shift from good to bad in an instant
Like his **** up life, like an instant noodles
Because, you are what you eat.
Don't scare the **** out of me now—Because I might send you back to where you actually came from.

You thought a little kiss and tell would hurt me—Nah. I was never wired for that. I was programmed like I am some kind of robot, but they failed to do so. You see, I am not easily brainwashed by anyone.

You thought I need you, no. You need me. Period. I don't need anything less ******* coming from you, you got something you need from me—and that's it.

A little debt of gratitude can help you get by—but it seems that paying you for a lifetime comes with a price. An unpaid debt doesn't always work like that, honey.
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