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”


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?