Why do most people,
Treat me like shit,
When I give them the world,
And everything in it?
Am I being too nice?
Am I being too kind?
Is it my generosity,
That will cost me my mind?
Maybe I should be a bitch,
And not give a damn,
About anyone but me.
But that's not who I am.
I will always strive,
To be the best me I can.
Not just stay alive,
But help those I can.
I won't fall to their level,
Drag myself through the dirt.
Not even to pay back,
All the time I was hurt.
Despite the grief and pain,
I'll go on with my life.
Though these wounds will remain,
My fingers, not once, will ever merely
caress the knife.
98/03/13 � by Sabrina Grimble
