I am an oxymoron waiting to happen.
A contradiction of me.
Smiling for others
While inside I frown at myself.
I love others, why not me?
Am I the Frankenstein or the monster?
The creator or the beast..or both.
The strong person for others
while secretly afraid..of life.
Massaging others egos
while mine begs for help.
I have helped many
but can't help myself.
Therein lies the truth
do I have my self ?
or does my self hurt me.
The oxymoron...is me.