People Pleaser

If it’s not yet my problem,

I’ll ensure it becomes one.

If the grave is still empty,

I’ll fetch my newest shotgun.

Give me names and two roses,

Give me thornes and forgiveness.

My nose grows in my sleep

While being stuck in your business.

I lie just to keep swimming,

To keep winning these trophies.

I know I made this bed tidy.

Baby, I made it for me.

I’ll take breath to my coffin,

But I’ll refuse to scream.

Baby, didn’t they tell you?

People pleasers don’t dream.

-Jackie