You give me cramps,
With your annoying banter,
About how your mad at your friend(did I mention she’s my friend too???)
And how your house smells like your brother,
Who smells like smoke.
And how life truly hates you,
How no one understands.

You give me headaches,
With your lies.
About who said what,
About me.
How some people hate me.
But they tell me that you hate me.

You give me bad moods,
When you ignore me.
Then it gets better,
Until you call me.

You give me tears and no self pride,
When you are mean.
And tell me no one likes me,
And you tell me it’s because I’m fat.

I guess giving isn’t always good