It’s fun.
It makes my day.
To help others,
And makes sure they’re ok
I give advice,
Lend a helping hand.
Doing whatever I can,
To make sure they’re safe and sound.

What gets to me,
Even though it shouldn’t,
Is that I can’t always assist everyone,
Every single time.
I always want to know the right thing to say,
the right decision to make, the right step to take.
It really messes me up,
And I feel so stupid inside,
When I’m politely told to step aside.

I love helping other people,
It’s the reason why I stay motivated.
Enables me to get out of bed everyday,
But sometimes I wish there were someone else like me out there,
Someone who cared about me so ridiculously much,
Someone who just wanted to make sure I was ok.
Lately I’ve been saying my mind, reaching out for help
And all people do is shrug it off and say “alright”

My mind is so screwed up now,
Constantly attacking me, it won’t leave me alone.
But somehow I’m still posting quotes,
Still checking in on other people,
Giving advice that I can’t and won’t follow.
I define my worth by the amount of people I’m able to help,
Twisted? I know but it helps me feel better about myself.

I feel alone, sad and maybe sometimes hopeless.
But the kind of help I give I don’t want to receive.
It’s a mixed up puzzle inside of me.
I want people to care, to see the real broken me.
But I don’t want to burden, them, stress them out,
I don’t want them to run from me.
So even if help comes I won’t willing accept it.
I don’t know what I want to do,
To be noticed or remain undetected.

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I really hope this poem was ok. I’ve felt like writing one for a while but I didn’t know what topic to pick. Happy Sunday by the way!