Parasites and Hypocrites

I'm being used and I know it.
Still, I let them do it.
They need me for their purpose and I can feel it.
Still, I let them continue it.

They get hurt when they see me being used by other people and they tell me fight back and let it stop.
I did as they told me, and now, they were all mad at me.
They say that I have changed.

I wanted to scream in frustration.
Everything seemed messy.
I want to tell them that I am being hurt whenever I am used, but what hurts me more is when I see how they avoid me because I hurt them when I said "You parasites are hypocrites!"
My problem?
I'm too soft to say no.

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