Taken To Extremes Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
Accepting people AND their shortcomings

At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
Accepting people AND their shortcomings

I had stop,
Accepting people and their shortcomings
I had to stop,
An empathy they would expect from me.
I was made to drop,
All the giving of my energy...
Taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.

I had stop,
Accepting people and their shortcomings
I had to stop,
An empathy they would expect from me.
I was made to drop,
All the giving of my energy...
Taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.

At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
Accepting people AND their shortcomings.

I was made to drop,
All the giving of my energy...
Taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.

I had to stop,
An empathy expected from me.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
I had to stop,
An empathy expected from me.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
I had to stop,
An empathy expected from me.
I had to stop,
An empathy expected from me.
I had to stop,
An empathy expected from me.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.
And taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.