I am too nice so I was trampled on.
I am too forgiving and my heart breaks every day because of it.
I am always there for people who have wronged me but I receive no sympathy in return.
I am always a shoulder to cry on but I never get the same respect.
I joke around all the time but I am in constant heartache.
If I am not the happy person people think they know... I am avoided.
I always feel alone... and drained.
Perhaps I need to be callous for self-preservation.
