Sometimes, I regret being too open for some people. I wish I never showed them all my sides: the clingy me, the happy me, the soft me, and the fragile me. I wish I never brought down my walls and never let them invade my space. I wish I never smiled at them and forever displayed my blank face. I wish I had never let them read me and understood the real me. I regret unraveling the tough personality of mine to some people, I had lost my value in their eyes.
I have made some special because I told them I do appreciate them-- and in return, I was taken for granted.
I initiate chats because I love talking to you, but that doesn't mean I will always be the one to do that. Show me you feel the same.
I gave some people portraits and letters to show them they mattered. Don't feel too high and ignore me after. Tell me you appreciate my efforts.
I don't do things for free. A little appreciation as payment is enough. Well, It should be okay but I am not okay. And so I have to speak up.
I hope I never lost my value just because I am always here for you.
I hope you never stopped talking to me just because I did things for you.
I hope you never gave me cold shoulders in return of my warm feelings for you.
I won't always be here for everyone. I don't stay at places I am no longer welcomed.
I am greatly aware of my worth and value. Sure, I bled you inks of affection but still, who are you to step on me?