Elastic

Being is as funny as it gets,

You think and you give and you love,

And you don't expect anything less from the rest,

But disappointment sneaks in and it's rough.

Everytime you open up,

Everytime you speak,

You're vulnerable, yet content,

But no one's in that deep.

Your bubble is promising and secure,

You think everyone is the same,

But even though the fundament's there,

In the end it's all just a game.

A game of hit and run,

Where survival is crucial and hard

Because nobody is like you,

And the same wood can never be carved.

You're just too nice they say,

Over and over again -

You give and you give and don't gain a thing

Because all that they do is take.

Your love is taken for granted,

All that you ever do,

But the problem that remains

Is not them, it's always you.

Because once you'd stop giving,

Once you'd be gone,

They'd notice what once they had,

And the goodbye would be long.

You've lived a different life,

And always will, you're sure,

Cause you can't compare what only you have

And make them understand once more.

But still you'll always be you,

Good and giving and kind,

Yet you know you'll always be

Suff’ring because of that mind.

The world is cruel and most don't care

About your own sakes health,

They do as they please and take away

From you all the good that you have.

And in the end all that is left

Is a hallow and empty stare,

With nothing to give and nothing to love,

And that's when they know you were there.