The Disease To Please
Frustrations of a Pleaser
This morning I woke up with the inspiration to write this poem. It speaks for itself, at least I hope so. This poem is written in the first person for effect.
I was not born with but acquired this disease;
The all consuming disease of everyone to please.
Even when I'm faced with discontent and dis-ease
My desires I consider to be the lease.
Family and friends expect me to be nothing but good;
And act according as they wish.
The universe guides me as it should
But all I feel is out of water like a fish.
I know that you are not filled with despair
That I struggle with this disease to please;
You do not expect from me much flair.
Instead you see the failures with tremendous ease.
Achievements and rewards are not in the cards.
So I won't disappoint - mediocre is the game;
Staying below the radar I march towards
The endless cycles of despair and blame.
Others' needs I place before my own;
Give me more of you they constantly demand.
From all this drudgery I wish I've flown
But instead I stay and did as you command.
No gratitude or appreciation come my way
Although I burn the candles at both ends.
Suddenly beneath the mire I see a ray
Of hope and some of my woes it mends.
Experience is the teacher of wisdom
But how long do I have to be a student?
I am the Master of my Kingdom;
I affirm myself as wise and prudent.
I've had enough of this sad affair
So this disease I'll no longer keep.
I'll put me first; against your vice I'm austere
And of your brassy moods I no longer weep.