... What About Me? Poem by Amy

She makes you smile
But what about me
She gives you a laugh
But what about me
She plays with your mind, your heart, your soul
But what about me
She makes you feel “special”
But what about me
She corrupts you inside
But what about me
She tears you limb from limb, making you wish you had never said hello

And then there’s me
You need something to sooth your broken heart
That's me
You need someone to listen to
That’s me
You need someone there in the early hours for comfort
Me again

Then she's back on the scene, her fake apology that you’re so quick to take up,
the long nights you’ve pained over, gone just like that.
Your lack of sleep, my lack of sleep, none of it means anything anymore,
because she's there
But what about me

I was there for you in your hour of need;
I did everything I could within my power to make you smile again.
But it wasn’t good enough for you.
I treated you, like you were the most important thing in this very universe.
And unlike her- I meant it.

So what about me? Just flung aside, when all was said and done.
A little gratitude would be welcoming? -
Although we both know that a single sign of happiness from you, is all the thanks
I need to know that
I’ve done my job.

So one day, when you wake up to realise just how much pain and suffering she caused,
and how your tears are not worth her,
and you remember all the times we had- perhaps you’ll think- what about you

What about me? Me, I’ll be finally with someone who will respect all the care I give, all the evenings I lose sleep over, the smile I try to make, but none of it will matter.

So make up your mind.
What about me.