emotional blow up doll

I’m “TIED” of Being Someone’s Emotional Blow Up Doll

i’m starting to think dealing with other folks is like ^that maze above.
some days,
you think you’re on the right path and direction.
the next,
you bumping into dead ends and falling through trap doors.
one of the reasons i sit my ass down until I’M READY now.
i wish i did the same when dealing with males tho.
when dealing with the same sex,
it’s navigating in the dark with a lit match.
i’ve come to learn that everyone wants “control”,
but males are the worst with how they go about it.
take this “straight” wolf that loves to boldy flirt with me…