My kids think I'm to easily walked on I know I am.
But days like today they show they like who I am.
Sometimes I wonder if maybe I'm too wishy washy.
Then people show they don't mind if I''m mushy.
This way I'm not the cause of anybodys pain.
Never wanted to be to blame.
Enough others cause pain.
I'll just stay the same.

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