As I say, I write because it's my passion.
I listen because I care and I want to.
I give advice when in need.
I'm always there. One text or call away.
For years I've been doing this
And all those times I find them refreshing.
I gave solutions, I help them find themselves.
But no one cares.
Why do people always take advantage of those whose willing to help them?
It's not that I'm asking anything in return but a little "how're you doing?" Would be fine.
Whenever someone ask for my name,
Whenever I hear them crying,
Whenever you come and beg,
I can't refuse
I don't refuse
I won't refuse
Because I find it my job to help
Like a women version of superman.
Wonderwoman. That's right I am wonderwoman.
But being a superhero isn't always cool
You found yourself looking for your own superman.
Waiting for someone to be there all the time.
But sad to say,
I have no one.
Because for you to become you,
Stand by yourself and make it through this epic life alive.
YOU ARE READING
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