My Obsession
It started was back in sixth grade
I gave a boy my gold necklace to give his girlfriend
He told me I saved the day
That day I was no longer awkward
That day I felt like I fit in
The hero complex is an addiction
You are blinded by the feeling of accomplishing something that someone else can’t
You feel like you have won
You feel the same way an athlete does when he wins a race
You feel the same way a lawyer does when he wins in court
You will sacrifice yourself to get that WIN for someone
I have given of myself to the point my life was in a shambles
A friend lost his vehicle, I bought him a truck
A friend’s sister was in trouble, I bailed her out
My ex owes a debt, I’m paying it
I think that I am helping however, I am feeding my own obsession
If I only took care of myself the way I do others I would be great
If I could just stop helping and be a friend to myself I would be my own hero
04/06/2021
Written for My Obsession Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
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