It happened to you.
Not once, not twice.
They treated you like a choice.
And you let them slide.
You took their actions jokingly.
But deep down, your heart was painful.
Why did you have to be nice?
What was holding you back?
Why didn't you treat them the same way?
Why didn't you simply leave them?
You should have left them.
Just like an option.
Maintaining your personal dignity.
You should have kept your cool.
But walk away with your head held high.
This is life.
You live for yourself.
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Gloria Penelope
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It's so difficult for me to do what they do to me. Loved your poem!