Everyone is entitled to live and just survive. Everyone deserves the world but not at the cost of his soul. Everyone should be happy with themselves, not change to please the masses. Everyone should be proud to stand out feeling no need to fall in line of conformity.
How is it that when I try live my life Try to love my life I always end up saving others at the cost of losing myself...?
A poem that's near to how I've feeling for the last few days. At the cost of all i want, I fear losing who I am. I've spent most of it trying to make everyone happy. Now I've learned that I need to be more selfish and focus on me and me alone.
step right up to this broken machine she'll take anyone look at this queen she's shiny and new with smiles so bright every step she takes is light her colours are more than a rainbow can boast she has more than any she has the most they drift in the wind and fall from her fingers her joy is infectious she's contentment's dead ringer
this machine never stops that's why its so popular people will travel far there is no other none so dedicated to her job as this she's a volunteer so surely she loves it but a crisis strikes every once in a while the machine won't admit it, she's in denial but her colour store is personally supplied if she told you it's abundant, surely she lied
this machine has colours she enjoys sparing but to spend her whole life as this machine is daring machines must be turned off must be unplugged this machine never does because help is her drug she goes and she goes until she overheats her colours start melting they run through the streets these runaway colours are scooped up and scrounged meanwhile the machine is left on the ground she rusts while it rains, there on the ground
no regard for the girl whose rainbow seems to be gone look how she lays so curled up and crying but not from her loss crying because her aid is the cost with no regard for herself she whispers "if I take a break, look at who suffers" but the rainbow too must be regrown it can only take time and care and sweet tones encouraging words to let her know she's not alone, she will never be thrown from this world with contempt because love exists but love may not always come to you free sometimes there is just one fee it isn't much... just to ask
PEOPLE PLEASER.. Is that a way of life to take up?? Living your life on a fellow humans terms?? Dearest people pleaser,you may think its love you're showing when in the actual sense its slavery.. Choose your path and live on your own terms. The people you try to please wont even be there to regret with you the day you'll leave this earth. We humans are never satisfied so trying to please humanity by all means will never satisfy, People pleasing only ends up in losing self,self dignity and self respect,self love and self trust.
”How To Not Be A People Pleaser” below are listed 10 bullet points on how to toughen up, on how to avoid the blow of others wiping their ***** feet across your ‘welcome mat’ heart.
Surely I have the look down, right? Skinny jeans fit for skinny girls (who I am not), tucked into loosened combat boots that have never seen a good shoe shine. Black eyeshadow smeared in the form of war paint, "Today is a good day to die"
But the fact that this is all a charade, that ‘looking tough’ does not mean you automatically become some brazened ******* who does not let anyone inside of your crazy head or heart, loosens the grip you try so desperately to hold on to.
If you look the part, surely you feel it in your bones. You feel the anger and the need to not be so polite all of the time. Yet you still hold doors open, say please and thank you, smile at strangers on the street, your mouth cannot form the simple word ‘no’ in fear of hurting another person.
So how can you not be a people pleaser? You can’t. No matter how grungy you look, no matter how loud you listen to rock ‘n roll no matter how dark and damaged you let your soul appear maybe you can allow yourself to become something you are not, but you can not bury something you are.