I don’t want it there

But it’s been growing

Comfort and Safety try to hide it

Love attempts to smother it with a pillow

But it’s getting big, turning feral,

out of Love’s control

There’s things that I want to do

But I can’t do

For you

Which isn’t entirely true

But it’s growing to feel that way

How long before it’s grown big enough to tear things apart?

Am I being selfish or am I in a cage?

How long can you be selfless before losing your self?