Why do I bother
pleasing people
who don't care
about me?
I stare into the unknown
I kill off my soul
to spiral into my void
—just to commend my choice
So tell me—
why do I change myself
to fit into people's molds
to please the eyes
that only eat and eat—
the eyes who will leave
once they have
sucked me dry—
the ones who
took and took
until I die
So tell me—
why do I care
pleasing people
who will throw
me away
because they don't
care about me
—in the first place?
march 15, 2021
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every thing is sad
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