when people have a problem,
they come to me,
as if to see,
if he or she,
can take up my time,
as if i,
dont have problems myself,
but i hush up,
and listen,
and listen,
and listen,
never talking,
untill their done,
i give my best advice,
and there off,
no thanks,
no you got problems,
no,
just them rushing off,
to fix their own problems,
i do so much,
for everyone you see,
that sometimes i feel,
like dirt ,
and they walk all over me,
sometimes i wonder,
what its like,
to be the one,
rushing off,
and fixing the mess i made,
with great advice,
that a friend gave,
the only diffrence...,
ill stay,
to hear what you have to say,
give advice,
then be on my way,
cuz i know how it feels,
to be that way.
YOU ARE READING
just a little something
Poetryeverything in this book is original. i come up with all myself. i dont do the whole "rights reserved" thing, but just dont steal my stuff.
