Care, Abandoned, Repeat

Are you thinking the same?
Why would you? I'm pointless
I bet me writing this would seem like shame
I wonder if you ever meant I was god bless

How do these events repeat?
Who says you are the last?
Why am I at other's feet?
When I helped them from their past.

My cheeks are flush, yet oh so red
From what? Sadness, envy, anger..disgrace?
Or the feeling of the dead?
Maybe; or from these events feels like mace

Mace in the mind with such sting
From falling yet again
Why to people, I'm just a play thing?
That can bend in any way without pain

Guess what? I AM NOT
I care, I help, I listen
I'm also sick to being left to rot
And for my eyes to water and glisten...

I put my out my feelings, concern
People use it then throw it away
I never show the others my burn
They'll do the same as they will abandon as I pay

Kimberly Piet © 2008