They call me selfish
like it's something ugly
like it should shame me
but no one asks
how it started
it didn't come out of nowhere
it grew slowly
each time I gave too much
each time I was forgotten
right after being needed
I remember
being there for everyone
being soft
being easy to reach
and I remember
how easily they left
like I didn't matter
like I didn't feel
so I changed
I started holding back
I started saying no
without explaining myself
and suddenly
I became the problem
selfish
cold
too much
funny
how people only love you
when you're giving
now they look at me
like I'm hard to deal with
they don't see
that I learned it from them
maybe I am the bad one now
in their stories
but at least
I'm not losing myself anymore
at least
I'm still here
even if that means
being alone
with a heart
I finally kept safe.
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
