ripped to pieces like a sheep by wolves taken apart like a puzzle a sweater reversed into a ball of wool my being pulled into pieces please just leave me be in peace and quiet let ME live my life how I want to I am not the one at your back and call I will not be your Cinderella please do not take this servitude too far I cannot guaranty for our friendship to last your mastery will let you fall fast out of my good graces
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Posted: Jan 2010
About this poem:
This is about people who take there friends for granted, even when there is a risk of loosing the friendship.
Comments (6)
rob
Nice poem, I can feel your frustration. I've had friends like you speak of. Hope things get better.