My mother taught me to always put other people first before myself.
She taught me to be kind, selfless and understanding.
So, I tried, I treated the people I loved with care,
Always having a special place reserved for them in my heart.
I watered those seeds of love every day,
Always caring, always giving, always selfless for others.
However, what my mother did not taught me was how to deal
With the emptiness in my heart when others did not treat me the way I did.
Like a forest of trees are forcibly pulled out from its roots,
My heart is the patch of dirt left empty and purposeless.
It is hard to be kind and selfless in this world,
As others do not always return the act.
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