Not for myself.
For the people who need me.
The ones who need a kind smile,
Or just a hug.
Inside, I'm broken
Trying not to break someone else.
Sometimes it gets better
Helping others helps myself.
Other times, I can barely go on.
So I struggle each day
To put on a happy mask every morning.
I wonder, what happens when the mask comes off?
Who helps the helper?
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