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 push 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