Compromise

You asked, I gave.

You called,

I came.

You needed attention,

I dropped everything I was doing.

I painted,

Waxed,

Chiseled,

Cut,

Molded and remolded

To meet your specifications.

And now that I’ve bent

And stretched

And compressed to excess,

I feel thin,

I feel drawn,

I feel drained.

Now it’s my turn to ask,

And you ignore.

I call,

But receive no answer.

I cry,

But wipe my tears and runny nose in my own shirt.

So now I’m packed,

And pulling away.

If you wonder why,

You don’t express it.

And I walk out the door

Feeling empty.

It seems like I’m always wrong

Even when I’m in the right;

Like I’m the villain

Though I bear the victim’s scars,

And become the scapegoat

When I should be treated for the wounds I’ve received.

So once again

I find myself alone.

This time I hope

The lesson has been learnt:

Give and love freely

But choose your investments with care.