Sometimes I wonder why I give people the benefit of the doubt but even doubtedly a second chance.
Is it because I know the struggle they face?
Is it because I have been in their position?
I really can’t understand why my heart won’t let me return to my natural order of things when I didn’t care so much.
I hate this feeling of constantly giving giving giving only to be left with nothing in return.
But yet this is where I put all my ducks, in this one basket. This basket that disappoints me at every turn.
All I can see is disappointment