#thegoldenrule
Why? Why must I always put everyone first? You'd think if you're nice to them, they'd be nice back. That's what the Golden Rule is. But sometimes, rules can hold us back; forgetting that the real world doesn't always obey them.
But I do.
Maybe it's true that I care about what people think of me. I tell myself that I am not insecure, but people hear what they want to hear. I tell myself that I have so many friends because we're nice to each other. If someone asks me to cheer them up, I let them know how beautiful and worth it they are. Whatever I tell them, it's true. How many people will say the same about me? Why do I even care? Why is it that I'm always nice, but don't receive it in return?
My happiness is a bowl of cookies. Here, take one. Take as many as you'd like and pass it around like confetti, even to those who have hearts made of stone. They're yours now.
Seeing everyone eat my cookies makes me smile. I look down, and notice that all I have for myself are crumbs. That's okay. Maybe someone will come around with cookies of there own. But when I see someone walking away with their own cookie in their mouth, I know I'd been skipped over.
I have no energy to bake more cookies. What is left to fuel me? What can I do to feel happy? All of my cookies are gone, because I had let them take one.
I had let them do this to me. Now my heart can't soar free. I let them put me in pain and boil the blood flowing through my veins. I regret what I have done, now I must miss out on all of the fun.
Because I allowed people to hurt me, even if it meant I left a good impression.
The Golden Rule. Not everyone follows it. But I did.
Dec 31, 2019
Dec 31, 2019 at 11:04 PM UTC
I've succumbed
To The Golden Rule,
I'll do to me
What I do unto you.
If I'm the cause
Of sorrow and tears,
Know you I've lodged
The same for years.
Should I be
The source of mirth,
Make you laugh,
Relieve the dirth,
Know that I too
***** this earth.
When I'm criticial
Of your best efforts,
You fall short
Of what's expected,
I'll look inside,
To see what I could be.
Though I'm annoyed
With your flip-flopping,
I know I've been known
To be the one that waffles.
Now comes the part
That deals with heart.
God forbid
I break yours in two,
But know you that
Mine breaks too.
When your days take hold,
When you grey and grow old,
I'll tend your needs,
Do what I please.
And when our lives
Stop being our light,
And dark prevails,
And day is night,
And we've departed
This corporeal cesspool,
I'll know I succumbed
To The Golden Rule.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 10:59 AM UTC
Am I such a cold cruel creature
Ice the core of all my features
You think my frigid heart not whole
Yes, someone said I have no soul
Some are quick to sling torment
So full of hate and malcontent
Of my essence you've no control
Yes, someone said I have no soul
So on this lonely moonlit night
These frenzied thoughts I won't ignite
Firmly rooted no unpaid toll
Yes, someone said I have no soul
Am I such a cold cruel creature
Yes, someone said I have no soul
My spirit stands upon firm ground
My love for others is unbound
My heart is full my heart is whole
Yes, someone said I have no soul
It's you that I take pity on
Flogging others with your baton
Coldhearted jabs will take their toll
Yes, someone said I have no soul
One harsh day you will glance around
And find your gardens been cut down
Where once stood friends now just a hole
Yes, someone said I have no soul
My spirit stands upon firm ground
Yes, someone said I have no soul
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC