Maybe I was meant to be needed on dark lonely nights, and forgotten on bright beaming days.
Maybe I was meant to be missed on solitary sad moments, and set aside on crowded happy hours.
Maybe I was meant to give more than what is asked, and receive less than I deserve.
Maybe I was meant be weak, to be taken advantage of, to be mistreated, to be ignored, to be left feeling alone.
Maybe I was meant to love people who make me doubt myself and question my worth.
Maybe I was meant to be there for everyone, smile and be nice at them, even when I can’t even be there for myself.
When it’s all that’s ever happened, sadness had been my usual and happiness, my rare.
Smile vic �� there are too many reasons to smile.