So Called by KitKatrina

They think nothing of me,
To them I do not exist,
If I died right now and here,
Would I even be missed?

If I gave you my whole life,
Everything material and more,
Would you be my friend?
Or must I give you more?

If I disappeared for a lifetime,
Would just one person care?
One loving and caring soul,
Would anyone be there?

I’ve given you everything,
The shirt right off my back,
You’ve only given me pain,
That’s not a good comeback.

I give and you all take,
When will I get to receive?
Must I beg and plead with you?
Or should I get down on my knees?

You are all the same; identical,
Blonde hair, blue eyed, & tan,
You run around on cell phones,
Talking to your so called “man.”

Put down the phone and lip gloss,
Don’t press another key,
Do you understand me now?
Can’t you accept me for me?

MC (64.12.116.5) -- Tuesday, February 28 2006, 03:25 pm

What other people think
about you isn't nearly as important as what you think about yourself. Please don't make the mistake of thinking that you aren't important to anyone. Be important to yourself, and quit giving to those who only use you.

Catyrose (128.123.220.136) -- Wednesday, March 1 2006, 02:54 pm

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It may not feel like it at the moment, but I'm sure there are plenty of people out there who would just love to be your friend. Time is precious. Don't waste it on those who won't or can't give back to you as much as you give to them.

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