Show me off

Stainless steel

Is it real

or will I rust?

 

Patiently,

I sit still.

Hope you’ll fill

up my cup.

 

And if I overflow,

will you be there to clean

the mess I’ve been in?

The mess you let me sit in.

 

Consecrete 

your ill mind

and you'll find

I’m not the cure.

 

So,

push me off,

let me spill,

so you’ll feel

my warm blood.

 

And the day I run dry,

will you be there to pour

what you spilt on the floor?

Would you help me get some more?