They tell me

They tell me to stop,
writing about you,
but this is something,
I don't know how to do.

They beg me,
to be them,
but how do I go,
with other men?

They tell me to leave,
without you I should be,
but how do I do that?
how do I see you without me?

They tell me you aren't worth it,
they tell me you are bad,
they tell me you're hurting me,
but you make me happy as well as sad.

They tell me no,
they tell me yes,
they tell me to think,
and not to guess.

They tell me that you trick,
they tell me that you lie,
yes I know it's true,
but my laughs make up for when I cry.

They tell me to look at you,
and to see what you've become,
they tell me to think about you,
and how you act so dumb.

They tell me to look in the mirror,
look at the tears upon my cheeck,
they beg me to ditch you,
but the thought makes me weak.

They tell me you are trash,
and that you aren't a good guy,
they explain that you are mean,
but they don't see how it would hurt to say bye.

They tell me this,
and they tell me that,
they whisper, and they holler,
but I don't listen to their crap.

I love you,
and this you know,
I think you love me,
but it doesn't always show.

They tell me things,
they don't know are true,
they tell me a lot,
but they don't even know you.