People Pleaser

You won’t see me,

unless I do enough.

But, enough isn’t a solid accomplishment.

It’s a moving goal post,

stretching me father and farther

from myself.

Because I’m never enough

when I find myself

pinned to other people’s needs.

I stretch into the ethereal,

thin as wedding lace,

easy to tear.

When enough is never enough,

I snap back

like a worn rubber band,

smacking myself smartly,

gathering my entrails,

stuffing them back in me.

But, now there’s no one’s goals to lasso…

What do I do alone?

What do most people do alone?

What do non-people pleasers do?

How do they live

fulfilled and peaceful

without another being

giving them kudos?

Is there a way

to transform

from a people pleaser

into a self-pleaser

and feel at ease?

Image created using AI art generator Night Cafe Studio.