Babysitting someone's emotions,
Is just too exhausting of a process.
And should never be a commitment made.
Decide when this is recognized,
Not to engage in the notion of it.
Or let it become attached as a daily habit.
The levels of maturity are on a downslide.
Provided by the convenience,
Of walking away from responsibility.
With a fear of taking the reigns,
And being held accountable for anything.
Thus changing a familiarity of some key scenes...
To dramatically evolving and arranged dependencies.
We cry and sigh our denial laced alibis,
And want to dropp this on someone's shoulder...
Quick!
To test a loyalty of friendship.
Or demand from a mate to share in with the waste.
Leaving those subjected to these relationships,
Usually in need to strategically seek an exit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem