The User

A man,

Even a woman,

Can be used.

yet even,

A user themselves.

A man,

Can sit under a roof.

Eat the food,

And even be rude.

Being mean,

you being you,

Thinking you all

where a team.

When ins reality,

He's not.

He's out here,

Entertaining another woman.

While you sit at home,

Wondering why me?

He'll come home,

Tell a lie.

You already know,

The truth.

As much as it hurts,

You start to despise.

And you start to feel,

The pain,

And the hurt.

The use,

The abuse!

Maybe not physical,

But definitely mental.

Now you will always,

Be aware.

Of the man,

The abuser.

Or in other words,

The user.

Ok, so this one here, honestly i was a bit hesitant to post it because i wasn't sure on how it would sound. it sounded ok to me in my head, but then again if i want opinions i need to post it right? anyways, if you feel like you are being used by a man or vise versa to a woman realize it early and kick that person to the curb! ladies! know your worth! no man should ever use a woman. for money sex or anything period! if us women can take care of ourselves and do things for us why can't some men do that? maybe they just lazy or some shit. i won't get in to detail on what this poem is really going towards because this person has already been put through enough. but on the real, if you feel like something is NOT right in your relationship or heck even FRIENDSHIP! then kick that person to the curb! and live your life! user free!