I breathe to please others
I write and write again
Just to assure myself that everyone else will be happy
Nothing will be perfect
But maybe just good enough to make them proud
Am I a bad person?
Am I in the wrong?
I don’t know what to do anymore
I have been walking down my path blindly
Charting every step in accordance with their views
Why do I live to please?
When others don’t even seem to care
Why is it that I can never go right
When others don’t even think of what is true
I am done
I live to please one.