Overwhelmingly Discombobulated

I don't find it easy to trust

I am cautious of who I allow into my life

Those I do allow in, I give my all

I do enjoy the company of those I care about

I feel extremely lucky most of the time

Other times, completely overwhelmed

I sometimes see myself as a burden

I wonder what I could possibly offer

Scared of disappointing or becoming tiresome

In the effort to please others

I lose sight of what truly pleases me

Feeling pressure that may only exist in my head

I'm being pulled in several directions

Each with its own merits and downfalls

Perhaps the pulling is merely my own perception

Maybe I won't disappoint

Is it selfish to choose for my own benefit

To give less to others and allowing to give to myself