thin

I stretch myself thin. 

Thin enough to rip pieces off myself and hand out to ghosts of people who pass me by. 

I was hoping that someone would tell how thin I was pulling myself and help me. 

No one ever could tell. 

Not when the smile plastered on my face never faltered. 

The people who took the pieces of me went on to achieve more than me in a shorter time, 

leaving me in the dust of their happiness and hoping they would replace my lost bits with some of their own. 

They never did. 

But I’ll be ok. 

I’ll learn to laugh as my generosity is crushed between your teeth. 

I’ll learn to smile when inside my body is slowly dying due to lose of vital substances;

I have given to so many without concern for my health. 

I’ll be ok. 

I’ll be bitter and angry after giving away all my good feelings to make everyone else live. 

But I’ll be ok…

right?