Wednesday, July 10, 2013


I am a recovering people-pleaser. 
I wonder if I can say no to both sides of any given situation and walk away.
I hear them whining and crying and bitching.
I see pity-party invitations sent willy-nilly.
I want peace and quiet in my own home.
I am a recovering people-pleaser.

I pretend that I'm an adult and can act like one.
I feel like a slave to their whims and emotions.
I touch sanity's crumbs lying on the table.
I worry that I will try to please just once too often.
I cry when the storms come. And they always come.
I am a recovering people-pleaser.

I understand that I can't please everyone or even most or anyone.
I say that next time it will be different.
I dream about living alone and being happy about it.
I try to be silent and back away but something always triggers.
I hope someday I can have the courage to just say no.
I am a recovering people-pleaser.

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