When I was tired,
You kept me uptight and wired.
When You needed a hand,
I gave you a leg to stand.
In the grand scheme of things I feel scammed.
You speak,
But I command.
You sneak
I had to learn your technique.
I need a healing balm.
Instead I’m faced with a bomb.
Day in, Day out,
A bomb.
I can’t keep holding on.
I can’t be a spawn,
In this con.
I’ve put on my red chiffon.
I’m gone.
-N
JustNicoleRenee 