You made me feel like I was selfish That all that mattered to me, was me And like I was the sun, which the world Continuously revolved around Is being selfish a bad thing now That I cannot claim a little piece of love For myself, that I should beg for yours The bread crumbs of your love still lie Under the dirty rag you left behind, It is untouched, you can come back for it For I would no more settle for those pieces Like a loyal dog who would die for its Ungrateful master, a master that Has no regard for the life of his dog Is being the sun, a bad omen now When the same energy runs through this blood, And evaporates through this skin And what if the world revolves around me When the One that created this world told me to Take dominion over all that He made So tell me who you are and what gives you That authority to make me feel less To make me want less, to tell me I deserve less, When I could have more When I, in my whole being, am enough and more But I still do not blame you, not in the least I used to when I did not know what I was worth The only one I blame is me, the one that Became a canvas for you to paint your Frustrations, dissapointments, pain, tears, anger, All the hurt they unleashed on you I pray you heal, that you do not look for another Insecured, lonely soul as canvas I am on my way to heal and I hope you discover that way eventually @nsoul.poetry #ToHeal