You call me selfish when I try to be selfless.
You say your trying, but you're always so careless.
I'm working hard to be someone I'm proud of.
You're working less to be just enough.
I always forgive the shit that you do,
Then you do something else, right on cue.
But sometimes I don't want to forgive,
I want to hold it, be angry, and be abusive.
I want you to hurt, like I'm hurting inside.
I want you to burden, and grieved and have cried.
But then I realize I'm becoming what you said.
A selfish, conceited, bitch on a thread.
That's not the kind of person I want to become.
A cold-hearted girl, who on the inside is numb.
So, I will let it go, just once more.
And hope you don't open that barley closed door.