Punching Bag

I guess it just comes down to me being the one who always loses. At least I got a poem from it.

I was always the second best
You yell and scream and kick.
But when I try and leave,
You tear my soul out from my heart.

You acted like I was an enemy
Treated me as a threat.
Took advantage of my care,
Left me out to rot.

I got away because it was hell,
And God knows you'll make it so.
But don't try pinning this on me,
I'm not the one who treated you second.

Author's Note

I'm going through a bad breakup. At least it's time to start writing poems again.