I'm not okay with everything
I'm not your doormat
I'm not your fallback
I'm not soley here to comfort you
When no one else will deal with you
My accepting nature has becomea weakness
Since you started exploiting it for your own
And now I am afraid to express myself
Because you became friends with the fake me
The real me makes her own choices
The real me doesnt just follow along
But I'm afraid to be strong
Around my closest friends
I need their companionship
But the real me recognizes their wrongs
And I want to stand up to them
Could the real me still be friends?