I've just been so caught up
In my own melodrama
that i find it hard to get anything done.
Today I went to get a coffee
And i had some change in my pocket,
But I didnt have it all
So a man offered to pay the differences
Then he called me pitiful.
I said thank you, and politely walked out the door,
But as I was leaving I asked myself what I was thanking him for.
Who is he to judge me?
Who am I to care?
The truth is I feel sorry for HIM
For having to live life so bitter.
I called my friend up afterwards
To tell her the news,
as tears poured from my pitiful blue eyes
And onto my pitiful shoes.
She didnt have much to say,
But she listened to me nonetheless.
I may be pitiful and pathetic,
but for what I do have, I feel blessed.
The truth is I should have made a stand,
Instead of thanking him-
Giving him gratification for slapping me on the hand.
But In this messed up world we live in,
Its not so strange at all-
This obedience as a woman,
The paradime of the dutiful wife
For him to put me in my place,
Letting the man push me down,
And then showering him with praise.
But we are always learning
And the next time I will try
To be strong enough in myself
To tell him what I really think-
That he is the most pitiful of us all,
Followed by a wink.
And I'm not gonna let the man get me down
I am going to stand tall.
I am going to try and make a change,
Instead of buying into it all.
And as I sit and drink my coffee,
I will enjoy every last sweet sip.
And think about the man who paid for it
That pathetic piece of shit.