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I’m not selfish.
I don’t like to think so, at least.
I give out things to others.
I sacrifice myself for the benefit of others.
Other times I do the bare minimum,
but the minimum is still something, right?
It’s not nothing.
I agree to plans that I don’t want to,
even if I’m in physical pain,
but is that just me craving some sort of attention?
The attention that I never got?
The fact that people don’t ask me to join them anywhere?
Nobody truly knows my thoughts.
That’s partly because I don’t want to share.
I don’t want them to invalidate themselves.
Like so many others have done so before.
I don’t want to burden others.
I have done so much for others.
I have helped people pass subjects.
I have bought them food just because they were a little peckish.
I have been friendly to people that don’t deserve the friendliness.
I have done so much.
So much.
So much.
I am not selfish,
so don’t call me that.
Even though when I list things,
it seems like being a normal person,
but is it?
I have done more than you could ever imagine.
Things that one can’t even list.
I am not some selfish,
self-absorbed,
stingy,
sour,
surly,
scurrilous,
sharp,
stolid swine.
I care.
I do care.
I am not selfish.