The Curse of Me (poem)

There is a curse that follows the good.

The more you give, the more they take.
The more you love, the more they betray.

You stand in silence, holding your pain—
Because you think that's what strength is.
But deep down you wonder, why me?
Why always me?

You sacrifice yourself
For people who don’t even care for you.
You forgive those who cut you the deepest.
And in return,
The world rewards you with scars.

But hear me now:
Your kindness is not weakness.
The world doesn’t break the weak—
It breaks the strong.

It fears those who can endure.
So let them hurt you.
Let them doubt you.

Every scar you carry
Is proof that you chose to rise,
To stay kind,
When the world begged you to be cruel.

Your pain is proof of your power.
Stay good—
Even when it hurts.