The Accidental Poet dan repost
I wonder,
when will my mouth stop
giving away pieces of myself
just to keep someone else whole?
I’ve been taught to bend,
to make room for others,
even when my body aches
from holding so much weight
that isn’t mine.
No, I want to say,
but the word is stuck in my throat,
lodged between guilt
and the fear of what if they feel hurt.
One day, I’ll learn to say
“NO”
and mean it.
when will my mouth stop
giving away pieces of myself
just to keep someone else whole?
I’ve been taught to bend,
to make room for others,
even when my body aches
from holding so much weight
that isn’t mine.
No, I want to say,
but the word is stuck in my throat,
lodged between guilt
and the fear of what if they feel hurt.
One day, I’ll learn to say
“NO”
and mean it.