I’ve never been anyone else’s favourite person.

I’ve never been anyone’s “heart person.”

No one has ever chosen me over anyone else.

No one has ever posted about me.

No one has ever told me how much they love me,

Or how much they care about me,

Or how much I mean to them.

No one has ever told me that they fear losing me.

When was the last time someone gave me a hug

Or just a few minutes of their time?

No one has ever defended my name in my absence.

No one has ever stood up for me and taken my side.

No one has ever fought for me,

No one has ever chosen to be my hero.

No one has ever shown me that they are proud

To have me in their lives.

No one has ever taken a picture with me

And proudly posted it somewhere.

No one has ever called me to hear how I’m doing.

But all of this is okay cause I do it all for myself.

I am my own favourite person, and I’m my own

“heart person”

I post about myself.

I tap myself on the shoulder, and I say to myself,

“Calm down. You can do it.”

I fight for myself, and I’m my own heroin.

I am all I have.