I've never felt better about myself than when it comes to other people

They're dynamic, unpredictable, something new
Crowding out the thoughts in my head
I plug in, connect, understand
There's light in their smiles
And I will do anything just to keep it burning bright

Yet, when it comes to other people, I've never felt worse about myself

A careless remark, a judging look from the corner of their eyes
And all the pain comes flooding back
I don't meet their measure
There's anger in the way they say such simple words
And my heart curls up and withers

Yet I would still do, give anything for them
They are a person after all
No matter how they make me feel


It's a dangerous world out there for someone who lives for others
And always says yes
But I can't lie
I sort of like the pain of martyrdom
It suits me
So I've got no right to complain

In the end, will I have even been enough?
Please let me matter.
Please let this matter to someone.
Because if this giving matters to someone, it'll have helped a person, and it'll, I'll, have been worth it
In the end