Most folk talk at me .
No to me, So I can their beauty see.
Most people play head games with my mind.
Yet, very few ever asked me to play cards, I'm stuck doing a word find.
My friends keep the secrets of my foes.
They could help me with my woes.
Yet, I'm not Just woe is me.
I just don't cry like a baby.
No tears have dredged my fields in many years.
Oh but Most just talk at me, as if I'm a dog, no help with my fears.
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