Who told you your job was to stroke everyone’s ego? To make everyone else feel good while you slowly die inside? Who told you to carry everyone’s burden on your back? Who told you that? Sometimes I get so angry at you. You’ve made my voice so small in your life these days while amplifying every cry for help. Every enemy disguised as a friend. Are you really that afraid to be alone? Don’t you get it yet? They’re just appealing to your insecurities. You remember the ones who told you that you had to fix everything? Secretly you think your loving them will somehow fix the issue you have with loving and accepting yourself. You’re so sweet … and phony. Fake. You are such a liar. Twisted and insecure. Doomed to be forever alone because you feel unworthy of making any deposits into yourself. You refuse to nourish your own soul. Secretly you want to die. So you give all of your life away to people. You’re so unsatisfied, so unfulfilled. When will you look up? When will you submit? You want to but don’t know how. You are in desperate need of help. A savior. Is there one?