Nights Like These

it's nights like these where I sit and think,
how did I stand up for myself,
with no regrets,
all those times,
but now,
I am weak,
and quiet.

it's nights like these where I sit and wonder,
what am I doing wrong,
why doesnt he want me like he wants her,
why am I not what he is looking for,
why do I still hang onto these feelings for him.

it's nights like these where I ask myself,
why do I let people hurt me,
why do I let people take advantage,
why do I let her,
of all people,
step all over me,
as though i mean nothing to her.

it's nights like these that I fear who I've become,
a pawn to her actions,
a loyal friend that ignores her wrongs,
weak,
nothing.

it's nights like these,
I let her walk all over me,
to avoid losing another,
whilst she takes from me what I hold near and dear to my heart,
I let her mock me,
I let her continue on with the making of her mess.

it's nights like these I tell myself,
I wont be there to help her clean up,
and I won't be there to bring her happiness,.

because it is nights like these that I remember who I am deep down inside,
it is nights like these,
that I take back my importance,
it is nights like these that I realize,
she is my dearest friend,
and my worst betrayer.