everything that goes in, flows right out .
except misery.
that sticks.
why is it on me?
why is everything on me?
and then why is it only me who feels?
i'd love to think i'm nice .
i'm nice enough .
i try to be .
but nobody cares enough about the nice girl's wants & needs .
is it her own fault she's always attending to others?
even if no one is attending to hers?
perhaps these questions,
will never be answered .
nor will they fade . xx
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