if happiness was a cake,
i wouldn't get a slice.
yet when a loving soul
offers me a bite
i devour more than
i was allowed.
he smiles & laughs.
it's no big deal to him.
he can always grab
another slice.
but i am overcome with
guilt & fear.
i wasn't allowed.
that's his slice.
i wasn't allowed.
i'm not allowed this cake.
i cannot allow myself
to enjoy the taste.
so i purge myself
of what i've taken.
guilty & fearful
that i am not allowed
not allowed to taste
this sweetness
although it's all i crave.
i run & hide away
out of fear.
i'm not allowed
i'm not allowed
i'm not allowed
to have a piece.
confused, he follows
& he watches me
torturing myself
with pain in his chest
& tears in his eyes.
he just wanted me to
enjoy a slice for once...