I want to be selfish at times.
I'll preach to others the importance of prioritizing themselves yet I can never do such a thing.
I suppose it's because I have suffered silently with a smile on my face.
Not a soul had once taken notice to my misery.
It is because of that solely that I feel the need to overcompensate my kindness and extend it to others.
Even when I am drained, with little left to give.
I will bleed myself dry to ensure the people around me are satisfied.
YOU ARE READING
Too much, too little, or never enough.
PoetryA collection of poetry written in reflection of a girl who is always labeled as too much, too little, or just never enough. ---------- There was a point in my existence in wish I once longed to no longer be. I tried to talk but was instead talked ov...
