What is Left ?
People have always been kind to me.
They say I am patient.
That I understand things
without needing them explained.
That I don’t make situations difficult.
That I know when to stay quiet.
That I don’t ask for more
than what I’m given.
I used to think
those were good things.
It took me time to notice
how often they were said
in the same kind of moments.
When someone was late,
I did not complain.
When something hurt,
I did not make it heavier.
When I was given less,
I learned to need less.
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I never thought much of it.
It felt natural
to make things easier for people.
To adjust before they asked.
To understand before they explained.
It kept things… smooth.
Looking back,
I notice something I ignored then.
The more I became that person,
the easier it was for others
to stay.
Not because I was easy to love,
but because I was easy
to live with.
I made it easy for them to love me
without ever needing to know me.
And now,
I find myself wondering
which parts of me were real
to begin with.
Because if being understood
meant being less,
I am not sure
what is left of me
when I stop.
