Poetry | Focus on Me

I was told it is selfish to think about myself —

even though the only person I can confirm really exists is me.

I chose the road most traveled and became enabling and codependent.

Question: What happens if I have no expectations about what others do?

Answer: Others become meaningless.

Hope: I can change the previous answer.

I’m told the only person I can truly change is myself.

Trauma tells me that is not true.

Despite what Trauma, drunk on cortisol, relays to me at 6 pm est each day;

and despite the fact that I may not find complete truth in the statement,

“I can only change myself,”

I will focus on me, as best I can, because once again,

I’m the only one that I can confirm truly exists.

R