A Tree, Not a Doormat
there will always be the
misconception
that i have managed
to manipulate all of you
to think i am the victim
i have been victimized;
but this is not the time
nor the place
i am not your second best
i am not your therapist
i am not your doormat
i am angry
i am hurt
and i am not going to
let myself be treated
the way i have always
let myself be treated
i am not going to let
anyone hurt me
because i am going to
plant myself down
and tell you to
try to uproot me
i would like to see you try,
because trees are not victims
they just live.
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