Totally fictional...

I asked myself, was I ever enough,

Hiding tears behind a stoic bluff.

All I did for you, my pain concealed,

Broke my schedule, 2 am revealed.

Listening to you without a single shame,

Yet, I wasn't enough; it's me you blame.

Forgot my pain to heal your sore,

But still, I couldn't reach your core.

I was there always, a steady hand,

Called a monster, you couldn't understand.

Treated you like the queen you are,

Replaced swiftly, like a broken star.

All I ever wanted was a simple plea,

Hold me when I'm not okay, just for me.

Forgot that I, too, could feel hurt,

You made me realize, clear and curt.

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