Poetry Corner: Afterthought


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.

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