The least I expected you to do for me was to extend your hand as I’ve done for you
To offer your help and to ease my worry
But even that was too much
My words were stolen and pulled down the spiral of your conceited misery
It doesn’t always have to be about you
Do you think that you are the only one to suffer?
Get real
We all have a past, but some of us choose to not be victims of it.
Next time you ask me for a favor, I’ll remember your words and spit that right back at your face.