Being used
I was reserved at first, like so many are.
I might get hurt, so why bother,
reaching out or try feeling up to par?
***
My inner voice was loudly warning me.
Beware, do not get too involved,
not all those out there are nice, you see?
***
Some situations I really just avoid
The ones, you know,
that are too weird, too scary or get you annoyed?
***
In the end a few got through my walls.
I opened up, even cared,
can you believe I actually had the balls?
***
You may see me as open and kind.
Maybe a bit naive,
or perhaps you just think I’m blind?
***
When I accept and let someone inside
I don’t suddenly leave,
or did you actually think I’d run and hide?
***
When I call you a friend, there is no pretend.
No stabbing of backs,
Don’t you know, I’m a friend to the end?
***
I actually believed, it’s simply that plain.
I silenced my doubts,
but wasn’t I really just being used again?
***
I’m not regretting the time you stole,
I have integrity and grace
I just won’t help you out of your self-made hole.
May God have mercy on your soul.
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