You want me when you need me.

You use me for your personal advancement.

You claim me when your back is against the wall.

You drag me through the dirt and claim "I love you" but how can you feel love if you abuse my mind?

How can you claim to " love" me when you never take my feelings into consideration?

All I ever want to do is help you.

But you push me to the side and I have to beg you.

I try my best to be your friend.

But you treat me more like a stranger.

You were never like this.

And I've never felt wanted.

So who's going to let go?

And who's leaving with many bruises?

Will I ever be enough for you?

But will I ever feel wanted by you?

This is a confession poetry it's how I feel ATM , thank you for reading my feelings and I hope you feel better with whatever is going through your life☁️🌈