The Irony of Loving

I am the person I needed when I was younger.

And while I wish I had someone like me to kiss my boo boos

and to tell me it will be okay

and to pick me up as I tumble,

I am happy that I can be that for other peeople.

But I am disappointed that the child within me

never got the love she deserved

and now must make up for it by being her own

caretaker.

I am proud to be the lover and giver I am

but often remember I give that love because I never felt it.