Living My Life For Other People Poem by Shilesha Johnson

If it’s my life then why do I feel like I’m livin it for other people?
It’s like forget how I feel
I’m just see through
I have to NOT do what I want
To make other people happy
And they expect me to do it gladly
I just don’t know what to do
And when I say that
It’s the truth
Because I feel like my decisions are based upon how you’d react
Weather it’s you crying, or hating me
And I just don’t want that
But I would never think that something so simple as a “TOP”
Would make you go on everyday
To see if I would stop
You and I aren’t even together
So why should it matter
You feel so strong about that
And honestly
It gets me mad
But once again I’m going to change it
Not even thinking if it’s something that I wanted
Jus doing it to make YOU happy
And once again
I have to do it gladly
You’re right I should no what gets you upset
But why do I have to change what I want to do for it
It’s like what makes me happy has to be changed to fit your standards
Like I have to answer to you
You’re my landlord
And I would think that something like that would matter as much
It’s like I have to change things not for US
But for you
And I jus don’t think that that’s even fair
And yet changing it for you is what I will most certainly do