How many times must I fall from another's hand,
To be able to take a stand,
Against those who call me friend.
When their torture doesn't end.
I don't think I can call myself a pushover.
They must have more of a spine than I.
It stems from my fear of abandonment...
I always tell myself hoping to believe that sentiment.
But in reality I can't bear to make those around me unhappy.
People pleaser should be the real title.
I know what my disease is and it's final.
Finally my time to put a stop to this.
I have the power so why am I still caught in the abyss?
Do I get sick pleasure off of being everyone's bitch?
Does it satisfy an itch?
I've had enough.
But here I am cuffed-
To pleasing everyone but myself.
