Most people arn't nice
to be nice.
Most people are nice
to get what they want.
I keep trying to believe
that the person
being nice to me
is being truly good and caring.
I keep wanting to believe.
This results in my being repeatedly
used and crapped upon,
always by choice,
always in the sincerest hopes
that this time,
maybe this time,
things will be different.
maybe this time
things have finally changed
for the better.
God has finally heard me!
Only to be replaced by
my tears and shame
at how wrong
I could have been.
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