Poetry

When it helps but it hurts in the long run,

The right choice has not been made,

to have the life you want,

you shouldn't have to be a slave,

have the rug ripped out from under you,

leave the two of them in tears,

I've begun to wonder where your allegiance lies,

throughout these last few years

throw your hand on the bible you refuse to believe in

swear you're for us and not against

and while everyone believes it

you know I'm still in the mode of defense

I've seen this one time too many

to fall into your web of lies

and they all go running back to you,

but I'm out of second tries

I won't let you drag me down with you,

I won't let you pull me apart

My compassion has run low,

there's no more trust left in my heart.