No matter how much I try.
They will never seem to notice.
They will realize everyone else efforts but mine.
That can tear someone apart and make some feel pretty crappy inside.
I've done good for alot of people.
I been there when people needed an ear.
I also been there for when people needed to shed a tear.
After all these years people grow up and forget all about you.
They forget about the times when you were there to lend the helping hand.
To tell the truth I can't stand it.
I'm sick.
I'm fed up.
Sometimes I even wish my judgement day would of sped up.
Because I'm tired of being treated this way.
- Author: Hoopie ( Offline)
- Published: August 12th, 2018 23:17
- Category: Unclassified
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