Crash Test!

If I were said to be anything

I'd have to be a crash test dummy

I have honor to the front seat

Of everyone else's mistakes

I get to see the explosions

First hand

Forget my own happiness

Because I have to feel the impact

Of everyone else's crash

People pull me up

For the sole purpose

Of being hit again

I'm like the guinea pig

Being used to protect my friends

And my family

From their own disappointments

I take the hits

To save all of them

I do what they say

To keep them content

And to cause less problems

I haven't decided what to do

With my life

Because everyone else seems to decide

For me

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741