Epigrams

Getting off the Pedestal

I've been carrying many emotional baggages,
Some of them don't even belong to me.
I carry them on my back and now I'm sinking deep into the ocean floor.
It's like I picked up too many from the baggage claim at an airport.
To be honest,
Most of these are my friends's,
And it has been weighing me down for far too long.
It just keeps building and building and building,
Until I have to crawl like a turtle.
But,
A turtle feels safer because its shell is its home.
I don't feel at home and I don't feel safe at all.
I'm just carrying these unnecessary problems which doesn't even belong to me,
And it's affecting my entire life and my health.
And now,
It's time I say goodbye.
I'm leaving these problem-filled luggages at your places,
Hoping you will deal with them.
I'm also getting off this pedestal you have put me on,
Because I don't belong on a pedestal,
I'm not a God,
I'm a human.
A human with her own problems, feelings, thoughts and emotions.
You can't possibly expect me to fix you,
That too, just by carrying your things.
I can help you, but not to the extent of devoting all of my time and effort.
I can try too, but not to the extent of staying awake to glue all of the pieces you are too lazy to stick together.
So,
Goodbye.
I hope your future is brighter than the sun,
And I hope you stop thinking of yourself as a charity case,
And just move on, like I did.