The older I get the more I realize I am flawed.
How dare I,
I dare to be loved the same way as I love
How dare I
I dare to be supported as I have
But then again maybe we not friends.
My bad…
“Oh I should never stop being who I am,loving and a giver”
But…
I have nothing left to give.
How dare i
Ask for my cup to be filled too by those who love me
Or do they hate me?
~N.D.M