Manipulator
How fragile we all are
Words break our souls
Until we have nothing to endure
Still we come back, asking for more, " Use, me, want me, because that makes me feel needed."
Who do you think you are, taking my feelings for granted?
You twist and turn until I become unhinged.
I am only good now, never when I am in need.
I now know people like you, and I avoid you.
You steal whatever bight light once shone through me.
You eat people like me for breakfast.
Shame on you and shame on me for trusting you...
I will never be hurt again, my mind has totally opened.
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