me and you..

last time i tried to "help", you pushed me away.
i'm tired of being there, and not being wanted.
i told myself; i told you, i'd be there... but somehow i'm not what you want
you want that person who bends over backwards for you
something i learned i cannot do
i'll be there, but i'll help you see ways
haha that's what i had happen to me
life is always the classroom; every experience there is a lesson behind it.

1. i apologized, and you didn't accept it
2. i listened, but you didn't want me to talk
3. i loved you, but you wanted more and less then that, and now everything is gone for us

i'm not a puppet, oh people, i am my own.
each and every one of you has tried to change me
hiding behind bible verses, and destroying on your warpaths


"sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me"

i wish i could stick to that. but alas, i'm still learning words don't have to hurt.
so as i become my own little hermit, if you ever wonder why, i'd like you to know it's because of you. you, all of you, and then me and God.

as i write along the lines on a page no one seems to read, i cry out to say i cannot be the person that when you need i'll be there. the friendship is a circle, not a solid line when needed.
i'm always there, but as you push away, the less i'll be there for you. because do you ever wonder if i am in need too?