Now I See

How come I try to please everyone,
when all they ever do is take?
I’m getting fed-up giving everything,
you’re right, you called it, I’m a fake.

I put others before me, that’s who I am.
Even when I’ve seen the tell tale signs.
All I ask is for is a little validation,
and take notice of this sadness of mine.

I’ll keep giving because that’s what I do,
and I’ll ask for nothing in return.
I can’t let you down and disappoint you,
because respect and love I hope to earn.

But I did disappoint you somehow;
I’m sorry that you’ll never be able to see.
That I’m not that naive child anymore,
I’ve only now just begun to be me.

Go ahead and think what you want,
for I know you will anyway.
I no longer wish to make you happy,
the excessive need has longed decayed.