I'm expected to talk nicely, And ignore how others behave. I'm expected to forgive them for that, Without receiving an apology. I'm expected to forget what happened, And put up a show to become a bigger person. I'm expected to be the bigger person, Despite being hurt. I'm expected to serve smiles in a platter, And serve myself last, Or even starve if nothing is left. I'm expected to offer more than I have, I'm expected to have. Without being offered anything. I'm expected to

I chew my words at the dinner table, Gather every grain on my plate, Like they are my thoughts, And eat spoonfuls after spoonfuls,...

These people are absolute blessings you know, the ones who wish for the best for you, always and in every way. And though it might seem...