GUILT TRIP

 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