Water
I am not water
Yet you can see through me.
All my imperfections
Are on display for thee.
I am not a doormat
Yet you step onto me.
Wipe your dirt on my face
And expect me to be...
I am not water
Yet you drink me in.
And examine my whole life--
Evaluate each sin.
I am not a remote
Yet you push my buttons.
Then you act surprised
If I'm upset all of the sudden.
I am not water
Yet you need me to stay alive.
And I wonder if I leave,
Baby, will you thrive?
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