It's not a bad thing

It isn't okay to be. It isn't enough to be. It wasn't good to be me. These are the things I just realized.

Im done arguing with my heart and mind. I'm over putting myself into someone that I know would not want me. I'm done pleasing people to realize. But at some point, I'm still asking myself why. I'm always the one to help but no one to care. I'm always the second option. Sad fact and I'm in pain. But no one cares. No one, because I know how to hide it. You! You never cared. You never asked me. You never feel me. You never see me. You!! You're not worthy for me.

I know someone else there will. <|3