Punching bag

I call you up, to talk to you. When I'm upset what do I do.
I scream I cry, I kneed to vent I'm overwhelmed I'm full of tears.
Stop screaming is not what I kneed to hear. I just kneed you to lend an ear,kneed you to be there. But........
You put me down at every turn. With each insult I feel the burn. You belittle me you judge me you dont give up, making me feel I'm truly messed up.
It's always me its never you, you dont se what your putting me thrue. You always hang up and tell me good by, as I'm saying why,why,why!
I'm always the one to apologize ,
Well!! .......It's not always me, cant you see that it's you and all the pain you put me thrue.
Well!!! ....... no more will I take the abuse, I wont listen I refuse! I'll no longer apologize just to have you be on my side because you never are and you dont care, you dont see the pain you bare.
I'm no longer your target I'm no longer your friend, me as your punching bag has come to an end.
I'm living my life the way I want see!!!! And their is nothing you can do to stop the drive in me.
So put down your gloves, this is my life,
And I'm taking it back!!