my heart aches,

i’m tired of giving and not receiving.

why must i have to be so kind and loving... it’s taking a toll on me.

i ignore the yelling,

the pulling,

and the beating.

yet then i get this feeling,

as if i’m a lion learning how to roar.

i stand up for myself and speak my mind,

but that strong and resilient girl becomes shrunken by the need in her soul to give to others and not herself.

why must it be like this?

i know that the sun rises and then the day starts again,

and the flowers bloom as the rays soak in. But I’m fading as the wind blows.

one day, maybe one day i can began to grow.