But i still open the door

Negativity brought in by someone you opened the door for
Gladly letting them in before you find out they end up being some metaphor
Or someone you adore
But mostly they turn out to be a dissapointment
Not really to you
But what they seem to think is the world
They build themselves a house of cards just to hang themseleves on metaphorical shelves
Led along by hypothetical feelings
You let these people string you along
Because youre afraid to be alone
But more afraid to be uneeded
Its so easy
You just need to be needed
But its not what they need
So they hang you out to dry

Reviews

[indranet]

This is such a real piece. It's almost a little too close to my own reality. It almost (almost) became difficult to read.