No matter what you do to me, I'm still here. For some odd reason, I
stick around and put up with all your mood swings and unkind words. I
just let your comments roll off me into a puddle on the floor. I make up
excuses on why you didn't call, try to think of all the answers. I keep
going back for more even though sometimes you push me away. I
don't know if I can do better, but do I really want to? You're quick to pus
me down when all I want is to be brought up. When I walk out for good,
when I really gain the strength I need, then maybe you will see.
Maybe you can look back and say,
"Wow that girl really did love me."