No matter what…

What I do,

What I say,

How I act,

How I am,

It always plays out the same way.

It’s never me.

Not in the end.

No matter how I love,

How much I try to be a friend.

Everything goes,

Everyone leaves in the end.

You’d think I’d be used to always being left,

But I can’t wrap my head around the fact…

That I’m always treated like that.

Why am I always treated like this?