anchorage

I enjoy Saturdays off.
Would you believe;
that?
You see!
The same I get from you,
you deny.
And then is my turn to shine.
On the brighter side of life.
We've made this together.
I remember nothing.
But you tell me:
I'm not weak.
That I have a soul.
And you shape me.
You help me to realize,
I have to live my life.
You won't feel sorry for me.
You wouldn't accept my self-pity.
And you know - how I can change.