You always try to be kind
You do your best
You keep trying
But they always scream for more
You could offer them gold
What they will request is your soul
They don't understand
You don't have that anymore
Its funny though
They don't give a fuck about you
They never did
They would prefer to be your troll
Whatever you offer them
It's not enough
They will always demand more
Until you are no more
You have always chosen to be kind
They treat you like a gobshyte
As if you are ripe to be kicked
They are often unkind
Run away
Run for your life!
Copyright © 2017 MKAC Nevin-CrooksLove Life Poetry21st July 2017
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