Giving In

An older poem I wrote

Fighting and broken, alone and confused
Tired of going around and around this way with you.
Bruised and torn, I'm crying again
You left me no choice I'm just giving in.

Giving in to your shelfish ways,
never caring about me or my days.
As long as your happy everythings fine
I'll just give in so you'll be nice again.

I wish we can be happy the way we're supposed to,
wish for once you can make my dreams come true.
There's not enough room for both of us to love you,
So maybe you should choose, either me or you.