Relegated

THIS is what my position is ... putting others needs first, destined to be thought of last. The one that is blamed, denied, ignored, forgotten. Never complaining, always condescended to, convinced into complacency. The listener that is never listened to. The emotional cistern that everyone draws strength from but never replenishes.

What am I hungry for? Doesn't matter, I have to bend my hunger to other's tastes. Did I have an opinion I wanted to voice? Why bother, it's not going to be heard. No wonder I can never make decisions ... I don't bother wanting things I can't have so I'm out of practice voicing my needs.

Well, I give up. I can't do this. Not tonight. Not this week. Not anymore.