What is it about me?

That allows your desires to supersede my own

I tend to be overly concerned about your emotions

To the point that I suppress my own

I can clamp up like a turtle and hide within my shell

Just to make sure that everybody else is okay

What is it about me?

That I will ignore my needs to fulfill yours

Am I not important to me?

Do my feelings matter?

Of course after I’ve considered yours

Disappointment is the only outcome

Because my friendly gestures are not good enough

What is it about me?

That my happiness comes with a cost that leaves me in debt in the end

The relationships I form keep me bond

I’m drawn to those who feed into my weakness

And in my attempt to control it, I avoid them and shut them out

What is it about me?

That I write instead of talk

Using the pen to communicate, when paper never gives a reply or rebuttal

Jeffenise Robertson