I've spent so much time sticking up for you
Making excuses as to why you couldn't help,
or why you didn't answer the door
why you were in a bad mood,
why you didn't want to go anywhere
why you couldn't go out of your way
even for me.
Why I had to carry ten bags of groceries home five on each arm
because you couldn't be bothered to even give me a ride.

I still told myself you loved me, and I don't know why
because you never said it, so even to myself
I had to lie.

How I ended up here almost 30 years later?
More lies. Refusing to look
I haven't enough tears because they've all been cried.
Whatever is left of me now can't distiguish the truth
I'd complain about it, but hell,
What's the use?

So I don't want any crap about what I find interesting, or what I want to do with my time.
I am taking back all my power,
and I will be just fine.

© justright