Today I am your everything Tomorrow I am your whore
Few days later
We’re arguing over a story about me in which you over heard
I wonder who am I to you that you
You seem so very distant
One minute I am right
The next I am the blame
I’m tired of the constant abuse of being called names
If being with me is so bad
Then why constantly be here making me sad
Why not leave
Turn your back and walk away
I’m afraid now if you do stay
Sometimes I wonder where I would have been today if I choose to never be with you
I’m not complaining, I’m just hurt
It’s a constant battle in my mind
What is it that I am worth ?
We know not of what tomorrow may bring
For today I need to know where is it that I stand?
Am I your lady or just someone who pleasures your burning desires?
Am I your Queen before any other?
Am I lacking beauty within or is it the condition of my skin?
Am I trash or dirt in the ground?
Am I worthy of a crown?
I know nothing because you don’t seem to speak
And when you do
It’s never good things to me
You complain how much I am such a horrible woman
I still work, wash, cook and clean.
I wonder where you will ever find another
6 long years
And still I can’t become your wife
Not even a conversation
About one day of being your bride
No romantic dinners
No casual talks
It’s only constant problems which we discuss
I’m tired too
But I try my best to listen
To reason a situation
And understand on your part
Well I myself am tired
And need someone who can understand too
Someone who once listened to me
Cared for me
Loved me immensely
And treated me with respect
That someone was you
Now I’m all alone
I’m tired too
Walking away will be a better option
Because speaking to the walls is my conclusion