SoliSoma
It doesn't take much to satisfy me. I feel that I am willing to happily go farther to satisfy others than it would require to make me equally. I don't know if that is really a good quality though. Not one that I would want to pass on to a daughter if I had one; though I know it's an inherited trait of my own mom.
The things I never mention to you... How much I am still hurt. The things I do that would hurt you but make me feel better. What are the things you fail to mention to me? Just once I wish that you could mention how much you love me. How much I matter. Just mentioning it to make me happy. Have I mentioned how often I try to please you in these ways? I hope not.
We are all employees of someone. Paid or no; internist or teacher or boss. Someone's bitch. Always.
Taking slow and measured breathes I continue to count until my head no longer feels like a balloon ready to burst.
Somebody's cold and wet and lonely, somebody is crying but you can't see their tears for the rain. Somebody right now is knocking on the door. This time it isn't me- I won't be the one who isn't at home.
I think I used to have it. You know, when I was a little kid ? I could draw. But that littler child flower sketch just never got watered and it died.