It's just a part of who I am
Everyone's happiness has always mattered more.
Maybe it's because everyone else mattered more.
But that is just how it is now.
I carry the weight of the world,
on my teenage shoulders.
I carry the burden of a family,
on my measely honor.
I carry the pain of a heartache,
in my shattered heart.
I carry the shame of scars,
on my pale arms.
But when a friend or family member is in need of my help,
None of that matters.
They come first.
It's okay though.
It helps me forget for a while.
I can push my problems aside.
Until I can take it no longer.
Many quietly worry about my sanity,
and at times I do as well.
But I am still young,
and have many more years of this to come.