The Truth

The both of you bring out the best in me.
I don't know if it is something you see.
But one of you is so confusing.
I feel the loving but also the abusing.

I don't know whether you are a blessing or a curse;
Or if you are trying to send me to paradise or a hearse.
You are fun to be around,
But not when you are knocking me to the ground.

You may not know it;
And it's something hard to admit;
Especially when you make me feel good about myself,
And you put the trophies of worth upon my shelf.
You welcome me, 
But you also reject me to a degree.

Life's already tough as it is,
But there's no need to worry about some sort of quiz.
I've already passed them so far,
But not without a few bumps and scraps and possibly a scar.
You may or may not know what I mean;
And you know I'm not one for making a scene.

My life is already full of pain,
But it is all for some sort of gain;
Or so I'm told
And it's something I only get when I'm consoled.

I don't know your whole plan;
Whether it is to beat me up or truly be my best fan.
It hurts to know
That I may just be some sort of show
For your friends to laugh and play as if I were a kind of game,
And you are too blinded to see who I really became.
I know my life sucks. You don't need to rub it in.
That's why there are cuts and scars left on my skin.

You may never know what you do to my mind,
And I know that possiblity may seem very unkind.
I'm sorry that I've never told you,
But that may just be what it comes to.

It's a love/hate relationship.
That's why I carry an empty holster on my hip;
To show you that I'm not afraid of a little protection,
But also not fearful of some affection.

As time goes on, we may go our own ways,
But what you did to me and how you made me feel will last for more than just a couple days.

Not sure how long this will last,
But hopefully it will soon be a thing of the past.
I love being your friend;
But sometimes you make me twist and bend.

Some things finally have to stop.
Even if it means your downfall from the top.