Selfless to a Fault

Even in her solitude
Her actions are meant to please
In writing she aims for relatability
Rather than honesty
She sacrifices her own self interest
For selflessness
Which sounds great until she finds herself
Letting him shove his way inside of her
Not because she wants him
But because he needs her
And she remembers little of childhood
Except for those days after preschool
When she came home crying
And the way her father mimicked her
After that she seldom made visible
Her distress
Remembering that it is unpleasing
To those whom she loves
And her walls grew taller
Locking her in

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About savannahlyn

I write to articulate what my tongue cannot
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