I keep forgetting That I matter too Maybe I'm too caring So much, myself I *****
I bend to people's whims So they can be happy Their joy a synonym For me feeling ******
I need to learn To love my being Otherwise I'll burn And die screaming
I lived my life being a scapegoat, but the people I talk to now help me learn that I deserve to be happy too. P.S. No one worry this isn't a cry for help. I just haven't written anything sad or angsty in a while. Need a change of pace.