Needy

The one thing I don’t want to be
Is needy. Nor depending.
I try to act the better me.

At times it’s good to cry
But flooding over can’t be right,
I’m not that needy – am I?

I try to make it on my own
Without too much complaining,
But still when I’m alone

When sadness comes to get me,
I whine and sob, out of control.
This can’t be good? Or maybe

I’m human, therefore needy.

Feeling just a bit needy today  … yuck

 

Comments on: "Needy" (8)

  1. Been there. Done that. Take care, Ina

  2. Peace to you Ina.

  3. Best wishes Ina.

  4. I wish you peace

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