I hate the feeling that I’m an afterthought.
That guilty feeling for trying to care for myself.
I hate feeling “damned if I do, damned if I don’t”
For taking actions that if I don’t take, hurt me,
Benefit us both,
But leave me admonished for having the audacity to do it.
For stupid simple shit that matters a great deal when it’s one,
But not the other.
This matters to me.
I suffer too.
But when it comes to me,
It’s just an afterthought.