The cursed kindness

The cursed kindness

Though she may have been agonized herself,

She understands one better than herself,

She tries spreading her sympathy to those who have trauma tightly wrapped around their finger

Little does she know that her inner aura will someday wither away like the petals of a dry rose on a windy day.

She sees the good while others are forced to see the bad

Why doesn’t she see that her kindness is killing her?

Kindness made her into its puppet

She screams for help, but to those whom she valued, threw her aside

Kindness, the one that could caress your cheeks and the one that could drag you down into an abyss of dark worthlessness

As kindness chokes her, her self respect gasped for air.