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Everyone gets hungry. But it does depend on what you are hungry for. When people meet me they are hungry for friendship But it doesn't last They use your energy, your time, your ability to do things And turn it upside down making it worthless. People took advantage of my kindness. Look where that got me. My confidence has been shot now holding a bullet in my chest They could do whatever they wanted They didn't have to follow the rules. But they would ask me if they could do something. I wouldn't know the consequences and they would beg me to They would plead with me and I'd relent But for them it was never enough. They always wanted more from me. The more I gave the more hungry they became They feed on my will to please them They drank my fear of being a bad friend. a bad human being. Not any more. I've changed And over the years Carefully people have been chosen for my trust. They don't want from me They don't strive to be me They want to be with me.
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Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 12:47 AM UTC
Hungry
Everyone gets hungry. But it does depend on what you are hungry for. When people meet me they are hungry for friendship But it doesn't last They use your energy, your time, your ability to do things And turn it upside down making it worthless. People took advantage of my kindness. Look where that got me. My confidence has been shot now holding a bullet in my chest They could do whatever they wanted They didn't have to follow the rules. But they would ask me if they could do something. I wouldn't know the consequences and they would beg me to They would plead with me and I'd relent But for them it was never enough. They always wanted more from me. The more I gave the more hungry they became They feed on my will to please them They drank my fear of being a bad friend. a bad human being. Not any more. I've changed And over the years Carefully people have been chosen for my trust. They don't want from me They don't strive to be me They want to be with me.
Revamp of a poem I did three years ago for what I had let happen to me harshly from the rough ages of 8-10 cause I was an oblivious people pleaser.
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Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 12:47 AM UTC
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