Careless Poem by Ana Schatzmann
Careless
Not long ago I cared too much.
I cared about everything and everyone but not about myself.
I wanted to make everyone happy, while I was getting unhappier and unhappier.
I gave everyone another chance, no matter how much they had hurt me.
And when they went back to how they used to be I just gave them another chance.
And another one. And another one.
Were they happy? Yes.
Was I happy? No.
I would give them all the happiness that was left and take so much pain as long as I didn't hurt anyone.
But I did. I hurt someone, not just a someone.
And then I stopped caring. Stopped being nice. Started being happy.
'But I did. I hurt someone, not just a someone. And then I stopped caring. Stopped being nice. Started being happy.' Maybe I am wrong but the 'someone' here is the speaker herself... Well, to be frank sometimes being too good can be bad thing ;) Keep writing and expressing yourself and find love and peace for YOURSELF rather than anyone else.. Thanks for sharing Ana :)
Truly happy? I understand where you're coming from though. Thanks, Ana
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5/2/2024 3:25:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Journey through life involves give and take, fair-play and compromise, in order to find peace and happiness. Giving all the time without getting anything in return defiles spirit of fair-play and ultimately will lead to unhappiness. A well articulated piece of poetry, insightfully penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing Ana. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.