Pleaser
I'm constantly pleasing everyone but me.
I'm sick of being so unhappy.
I can't do this any longer.
I feel like going under.
I smile when I'm really upset.
I run when out of breath.
I constantly try and make people happy.
But never even think about me.
I don't know why.
All I do alone is cry.
I'm constantly Pleasing everyone but me.
I'm sick of being so unhappy.
poem by Jean Pullman
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