I am nothing but a board A dart board That you continue To throw darts at That's all I am used for Each dart has it's own, sharp, specific pain Each time, the board weakens And takes every dart Without a fight Just glad not to fall If the board fell, So would you All your darts would be lost Caught in the board But the board would come back Give you back your lost darts Continue to take the pain Never gaining the courage To throw back Some darts of my own.
Reason for writing:
My best friend is constantly jokingly insluting me. Each insult is a dart, and hurts me. I am the dart board, because sometimes, I feel that is all I am used for. Taking insults from people.
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