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Why?

There are plenty of days where I don't want to get out of bed, only because I couldn't sleep the night before.
There are so many people who I prioritize.
There have been an abundance of times where I've dropped everything to help someone I care about. There are moments where I'm the reason why people don't give up on some things.
I care about my grades,  my loved ones, and everything in between.
I have a huge heart, and I give too many "second chances."
I fall in love with words more than with actions; and that's what gets me the most.
I lose people who promised they would never leave.
I get way too attached to people who aren't able to be around for long.
I lay in bed, for hours a night, begging myself to not make a noise, while I hold one hand over my heart, and one over my stomach—only because I can't decide which one hurts more.
I lose myself in the shower, I let the hot water consume me.
I lose myself in my artwork, and I let the determination take over.
I surround myself with people who are just as damaged as me, only because I know that I won't have the time to deal with my own culminations.
I allow myself to get so overwhelmed, I leave everything about myself unattended, and I don't communicate with people the way I should; for the sake of keeping myself at bay in public.
I listen to music that I know isn't mentally healthy, and lay on my bedroom floor, curled into a ball, and break from the inside of my soul, to the out.
         I let people walk all over me, but why?
         I wasn't raised to be a pushover.
         I wasn't raised to be afraid of defending myself.
         I wasn't raised to take "no" for an answer.
         I wasn't raised to avoid confrontations.
         I was raised to make my opinion known.
         I was raised to respect those who respect me, and only them.
         I was raised to do what makes myself happy as long as I keep myself safe.
         I was raised to work for what I want.
         I'm a human being with the heart of a loyal dog, the passion of a three year old when they want a new toy, the morals of an elder, and the determination of a washed-up singer.
Why do I let myself get treated as if I'm nothing?
-A.M.