Stuck Poem by Aden Orie

Tired of being walked over
but it seems as if
its my only choice
or no friends
but i need someones voice
someone to talk to
and i got them
but there not the greastest
bunch of friends
i have others
i know god knows whats best
but i want to have friends
as of what seems like all of the rest
all the others
who have people that care
it seems so un fair
slap me in the face
i get back up
reapeating history
goes on
and on
so i strive for more?
girls?
is that what i was made for?
cause when i got a girl
i can turn her into my all
but in the end
we usually fall
but theres you
what do i do?
do i talk to you?
god knows whats really
true
and what i should do...
should be up to you
but i was born
with freedom of choice
i just need
something fair
50/50
and you
thats really what i want
but you created me
and you know better
so as i stand back up
do i get slapped again?
bite the hand that feeds?
im kneeling on my knees
god
PLEASE