You belittle me in front of people, your work associates, and my family. You get laughs; it makes you feel good; I don’t matter. You want me to be by your side, when you want me to, just to be there so that I can be seen. My conversations can be shared amongst your fans, but I don’t matter. When you want me, when you need me, and when you’re hurting inside? I matter. I’m your rock; your equal; I’m everything you want and more. I’m a goddess, a life saver, your fix. Only for that moment. You got what you wanted. You’re better; I’m worse, it hurts. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not being enough.
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