‘’Pathological people pleaser’’
As she travelled down the memory lane
made a path that her brain tried to slowly, unknowingly cease a part of her.
yet once again reintroduced.
I love people. I care about their comfort more than my own.
I would do everything just to save them away from the trouble of their own mind.
I would pray more about them than my very own.
I was selfless to them
but selfish to myself.
I let these people in
made myself available for almost 24/7
i used to think their happiness
would fill the void of emptiness in me.
And make me feel fulfilled—because kindness is everything, I thought.
yet instead in return
i’ve let myself be introduced into something that is new to me
the feeling of not being enough
I let the people stepped on my dignity
as I kept reminding myself
“Its okay, hurt people usually don’t mean to hurt people”
I swallowed my pride and engraved in my mind “they just need love”
I was fixated into providing them so much that I forget to water my own emotions,
not until I ran out of love myself.
~
Back to reality, she sat by the window a cup of coffee in her hand and a view of cars passing by and streetlights that made the alley visible from a top. Her heart is filled with inexplicable longing. Perhaps a sense of belongingness. Too much passing clouds that it obstructed the one’s that meant to be there.
In a while, she felt a warmth touch she found herself embraced within someone’s arm. “I didn’t noticed you arrived” she put the coffee down and invest her attention towards him.
“I have been looking at you for a while now, watching outside it seems you’re travelling miles away except that it’s yours mind—That is elsewhere”
She tilt her head and face him. Her eyes sparkles from deep agony turns into joy
“Yet you are my sanctuary. Someone I could finally call my own home”
Sometimes, we can never sail in the same direction
When storms comes and kept winding
just drift away, and there you’ll see
the sunshine that awaits for you.
A book always have a bad chapter
So is life and people you will ever deal with
Its all about timings.
All I say
is please just flow
and dont give up
ever.
-Miss Pathological people pleaser
<3
As she travelled down the memory lane
made a path that her brain tried to slowly, unknowingly cease a part of her.
yet once again reintroduced.
I love people. I care about their comfort more than my own.
I would do everything just to save them away from the trouble of their own mind.
I would pray more about them than my very own.
I was selfless to them
but selfish to myself.
I let these people in
made myself available for almost 24/7
i used to think their happiness
would fill the void of emptiness in me.
And make me feel fulfilled—because kindness is everything, I thought.
yet instead in return
i’ve let myself be introduced into something that is new to me
the feeling of not being enough
I let the people stepped on my dignity
as I kept reminding myself
“Its okay, hurt people usually don’t mean to hurt people”
I swallowed my pride and engraved in my mind “they just need love”
I was fixated into providing them so much that I forget to water my own emotions,
not until I ran out of love myself.
~
Back to reality, she sat by the window a cup of coffee in her hand and a view of cars passing by and streetlights that made the alley visible from a top. Her heart is filled with inexplicable longing. Perhaps a sense of belongingness. Too much passing clouds that it obstructed the one’s that meant to be there.
In a while, she felt a warmth touch she found herself embraced within someone’s arm. “I didn’t noticed you arrived” she put the coffee down and invest her attention towards him.
“I have been looking at you for a while now, watching outside it seems you’re travelling miles away except that it’s yours mind—That is elsewhere”
She tilt her head and face him. Her eyes sparkles from deep agony turns into joy
“Yet you are my sanctuary. Someone I could finally call my own home”
Sometimes, we can never sail in the same direction
When storms comes and kept winding
just drift away, and there you’ll see
the sunshine that awaits for you.
A book always have a bad chapter
So is life and people you will ever deal with
Its all about timings.
All I say
is please just flow
and dont give up
ever.
-Miss Pathological people pleaser
<3
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Yep i supposed either way its always part in our lives. Its just that it depends on us whether how we’ll deal with it to keep our peace within