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