I keep forgetting
That I matter too
Maybe I'm too caring
So much, myself I *****
I bend to people's whims
So they can be happy
Their joy a synonym
For me feeling ******
I need to learn
To love my being
Otherwise I'll burn
And die screaming
I lived my life being a scapegoat, but the people I talk to now help me learn that I deserve to be happy too. P.S. No one worry this isn't a cry for help. I just haven't written anything sad or angsty in a while. Need a change of pace.