(My) Life

My life does not belong to me.
When I lost my childhood,
It stopped being
Mine.
That was when I stopped believing in
Egocentrism.

My life belongs to the people
Whom I love, and to those
Who love me.
They are my reason to live;
They are my reason to get out of bed
In the morning
(Or the afternoon).

Without them,
My life would be
Completely mine again
And I would have no one to take care of
But myself.

Someday,
When no one needs me,
When no one wants me,

When my life is
Truly
And
Completely
Mine

I'll probably take it.

Author's Note

sometimes I like to pretend I'm a fish, and I walk around saying "bloop, bloop, bloop"