It could potentially be
A sickness
Maybe
Look at all this
Bleed
Senselessly
The only benificiary
Me
I could be draining  you
Selfishly
Just to make this poetry
Creating for attention
Pushed upon you
About you, too
Then
Pressure
On what I want you to do
Guilt trips, too
Placed permissionlessly
You have never encouraged me
Here I be
Stubbornly
Or a sickness
Maybe
Either way
You are the innocent party
Getting bled on publicly