What Goes Around Comes Around

How much pain can one bear
in this life we walk.
Is it to much to show you care
enough to sit and talk?

Just stop and listen for awhile,
To what I have to say.
I know it isn't in your style
But do it anyway.

My words will hurt you more than me
But I have had enough.
I  could handle the pain you see
But the abuse was just too tough.

You hurt me with your words so long
You said I was to blame.
You never thought you might be wrong
you called it just a game.

As I close the door on you
I see you reach for me.
I can play the same game too
The difference is I'm free!