Lost Timid Pleaser Poem by Herman Hoyte

Spent too long being what others need me to be
bending into shapes not meant for me
stretching to fill gaps till I rip and bleed.

Too many times don't try to get what I want
Could tramp through strangers with a selfish stomp
Brushing by others, crushing toes with a heavy tromp

Better to shrink down and not offend
Better lie to myself and simply pretend
Better get lost, forget what I intend

Avoid the conflicts and strife
Foster laughs and blow off life
Fake I'm healed, ignore the jutting knife.

I want to continue on, but its getting old
My life of pretend starting to lose hold
Must muster the courage, finally be bold