An unwilling trip, that I take often
Which leaves me disheartened and shaken
That's the guilt trip
Which makes my brain flip
I feel guilty for being happy
For doing things that are peppy
For taking time for myself
For the things not done by thyself
For keeping me before others
For helping myself before others
For taking care of my body
And for protecting my psych from everybody
I feel guilty for not being of help to them
I feel guilty for not making them understand,
that they need to care for themselves first
I feel guilty because
I can't show them the unnecessary frustration they are in
They feel they are being selfless
But instead they are murdering their own selves
They have killed their identity
And now they always feel they need other's pity
They are guilty of acknowledging their pain
And feel that neglecting it would be sane
But now they have lost themselves
Have locked their desires in some old shelves
For their pain, I feel guilty
And at times silly
I can't be them
Because we are not the same
I believe in keeping my own self first
Or else I will be distressed
May be I can't help them
They themselves have to let go of all this self-condemn
