the perils of people pleasing
There are days when
I feel empty
When I should feel full -
Like the blood drains from my heart
And my chest starts to collapse.
But the room is radiant and joyful
Bright and abundant
And I look around and wonder -
If my surroundings have
Sucked the life out of me?
Brought me to slaughter?
The sacrifice for everyone else
To have a good day.
