I'm not easily offended,
I'm not easily stressed,
But your constant communication,
Really puts my resolve to the test,
You may be a member,
Of my extended "family",
But your negativity,
Drives me to the point of insanity,
Whine, whine, moan,
It's all that I ever hear,
Your problems are your own,
You created them I fear,
I've put a lot of time and effort,
Into helping you out,
And all I hear is excuses,
And the verbal shit that you spout,
Excuses excuses,
Is all that leaves your lips,
You're the figure of anger,
With your hands on your hips,
I have a little feeling,
A feeling that niggles me,
You don't want to change,
Of your troubles you don't want to be free,
If they go and disappear,
Which wouldn't take long,
Then the attention would stop,
And alone you'd have to stand strong,
Unfortunately I give up,
That doesn't happen often,
But I've just had enough,
My resolve with you will no longer soften,
Ill take a step back,
Let you deal with this on your own,
Then when things go tits up,
I won't be listening to your moans,
You take but never give,
An acid tongue you hold,
I don't really care for your behaviour,
If truth be honestly told,
If I gave you a knife,
I'd have to watch your track,
I couldn't turn for too long,
You'd stab me in the back,
I've had that happen before with you,
It's not going to happen again,
I forgave you one too many times before,
But the scars are still there like a stain.
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