I'm tired of being demanded around in this town,
Especially by those so-called friends of yours,
Their arms reaching out,
Like branches of needing to be cut off,
Needing you to do this for them,
This and that,
Then and now,
All four seasons,
Bring more than four regrets per season,
I just wanted a decent outlook on life,
But I can't obtain such,
As for I,
The servant,
To make you feel powered,
Should I make you an electric car,
Would that suffice those needs?,
Or is it rather fun to look down and get a adrenaline rush,
Much like being atop a mountain,
As big as your supposed ego,
That was given to you by me,
I wish I kept that receipt,
Knowing that this was bought and not earned.
©katie
K