You can’t be everything to everyone —
You’ll _run out of breath_ just trying to be heard.
Water dead plants with your _last drop of clean water_,
And still be called selfish for not flooding the room.

You’ll give so much; your name starts sounding 
Like “_help me_.” You’ll leave the party empty, 
Because you fed _Everyone but Yourself_.
And somehow, the silence you sit in is still too loud.

Even your _worth_ will start asking for validation
You yourself don’t have the strength left to give.
Be _everything to you_, before you become — 
_Nothing to anyone._ Not even you.