someone else happy

all these things you’ve done

to make someone else happy &

where are you in this picture?

spent so long trying to

secure your social position,

trying to mingle with the mass,

that you’re beginning to see

pieces of you, which you secretly,

honestly, liked,

break away, fly away, like

remnants of an old shed in a

tornado &

if you pay attention to yourself,

spend time with you alone,

they’ll say you’re “selfish”---

if you take some time for “me” &

f**k the rest, you’re written down

as a sociopath by the rest of the

herd,

but alas, the truth of the matter is

that when you are on your deathbed,

who will you have lived for?

just whose life will be ending?---

will any of those accusing faces of

the past be huddled around you

waiting on your will, waiting for

that last breath?

will they even let you die on your

own, or is that in fact

“you always thinking about

yourself before others?”