I played God, and I flopped

Being a giver, a fixer

I struggled when they hurt, craved their okayness,

And went out of my way to make them okay

Tried to make everything easy for others

Gave before asked, went extra miles to make those in pain

Just a little better

The good side of it, I did help

The ugly side of it, I lost myself in the process

For pain and struggle have a way of infecting

Like a virus, forgetting the most important thing

That sometimes broken things can’t be made whole

And sometimes people love being broken too

But because society condemns not being there for others

Tasking myself with the obligation of looking after others

I stretched to the limit, and my bands broke

Now all I do is look in despair

Knowing that I can’t fix what I didn’t break

And reminding myself that I’m not God