freestyle poems and ballads

Clingy

I cling, I hold, you break.
It's a habit made by mistake.
I fight and I fight,
Not to text you each night,
But I know that ending's in sight.

I'm surrounded by people, but feel so alone.
It seems my true emotions must never be shown.
I moan and I groan, and nobody wants to listen.
I'm dramatic and selfish, so they must give in.
I always trap them in a never-ending prison.

But you though, you treat me so different.
Every problem with such great significance.
You listen and help, giving me your explicit attention
I no longer feel in eternal suspension.
And that is an accomplishment worthy to mention.