My palms lay upward in the air

Things offered taken for granted without a care

My tears fall further than gravity can pull

My sobs ring anyone morose into a soft lull

Knowing someone is like them in full

My mind wars, punishing myself for my never appreciation

I look in the mirror to ask “what is this creation?”

The clench in my heart yanks it down to my toes

As I see the people that give, and I take blindly with no worries or woes

My eyes may not meet theirs willingly

Their loving eyes killing me

Living to bore holes of guilt to carve

I bite the hand that feeds me, so that maybe it’ll let me starve

Generosity and its ever giving charm

Someone sound the alarm

Appreciate the people who give

Sacrifices are their philosophy of which they must live