Hey peeps here is a poem.





Why Must It Be This Way

When I am nice and sweat,
I am taken for granted.

When I compliant or give in,
I am discounted.

When I give up or give in,
I am taken advantege of and called weak.

When I am doomat,
I get stepped on.

When I am difficult,
I am taken into no account.

When I won't compromise,
I am called selfish.

When I am demanding and angry,
I am seen as her**, the person i'm not.

When I am most tough,
Is when I most want to give up.

Why must it be this way?
Must I become what I have tried so hard to be seen otherwise as?
To simply be heard and get what I want, to get what I need,
To simply be me?

Because I hope they know, that I am only me and not she**,
Because she** is the cause of my pain and suffering.

I never asked for this so,
Why must it be this way?


I almost cried when I finished writing this because it is so sad.I would like reveiws please.
** is princess serenity.