The People Pleaser
Step up, my friend. You’ve tried to please everyone far too long,
I think it’s finally time we find where you belong.
Get out here, don’t hold back little bird.
This time, It’ll be me eating every word.
I’m listening… I’m waiting… waiting…
uh… this feels absurd.
Funny how you all go quiet when it’s time for reconciling.
I am not the bad guy, consider me glue,
come what may I’m here to hold you.
Put me in your boo-boos with a little time to fuse.
Let’s make all these cracks and leaks go away, brand new.
Waiting… still waiting… my internal arena remains empty, and then…
Here I am. Don’t feel bad, it’s not you… it’s me…
A litany I know well leaving me cringing.
Ah, People pleaser, how do you do?
I have been tuning into our conversations for review.
And after all these years I must say I kinda feel bad for you.
So many times connections fall flat at the hands of your antics.
Astounding, you’ve somehow found the bandwidth,
to cover shortcomings projected from your surroundings.
Please stop wearing bullshit like a badge, for the sake of everything!
It’s bringing out an ugly side of you.
I’m just trying to be nice,
isn’t that what we are supposed to do?
Stop right there. I’ve got something we both need to hear.
Come here pleaser, take a seat. Let me enlighten your burden.
To be honest, no one needs to hear all that.
Cut the niceties and come to Jesus.
Did he go in asking nicely for the Pharisees to quit selling things?
No, he whipped the shit out of them and demanded it… see the difference?
He churned the swamp and went down swinging, peaceful as shit,
everyone else roaring while he remained placid.
Such a badass, such a dude, I don’t know of anyone else from all that we’ve ever read,
who could bring back the dead and still have all the world powers screaming off with his head…
Okay, I’m down with this. Keep speaking, I’m all about healing shit…
Balm for the wounded.
Laughter for the downbeat.
Wisdom for the ignorant
And a backhand for the bitches in need of a beatdown.
Amen!…
Okay, but hold on, that got me riled,
I think you touched the inner child.
That being said, you’re just being mean.
Didn’t you listen to anything?
Violence isn’t the answer,
Love is key…
Don’t love is the key bullshit me…
don’t you dare pull that line with me!
I’ve had it with your lack of sincerity.
You can get what you need while I do me.
Don’t you see? Love can sometimes look mean.
Name one time?
Okay, bring me a rubberband…
*silence*
See what I’m saying? Sometimes conditioning has to be shocking.
But it has to be something chosen personally.
You can’t force positive change on anybody.
Do you think the world’s been mean to you?
Is this what that’s about?
Precisely…
hmmm… interesting, so what you are saying,
is that you want to protect others from painful things?
Your sole mission is in helping?
Now you are hearing me!
Then stop projecting you silly being!
You aren’t protecting, you are meddling.
This is where I wipe your face in your own words,
… Didn’t you listen to anything?
I hardly know what you mean…
Sometimes love hurts, sometimes it feels like a jerk until two years later and you’re eating your words, wishing you would have listened to the jerk who’d hurt your feelings.
Sometimes love burns, sometimes true care looks like a mentor yelling insults in your face, making you suck dirt in with each repetition.
Sometimes love leaves, because sometimes things have to break and separate to grow and create.
Yes. Yes… I believe these things to be true. But I don’t want to hurt anybody the way we have been. Why would I want to become the beast to anyone I meet?
… who better than you to tell the truth for the sake of their future self? Who better to bark than you, when you know you can keep your bite inside. You’re a sweet bitch deep down. Don’t let sympathies make you stupid, empathy is the way for you and me…
All that aside, in conclusion, will you concede at the very least to this union?
Will you forgive me for allowing you to take the brunt of the negative energy, always pushing uncomfortable situations I didn’t want into your face? Will you give me back the reins and feel free to let go, and be.
Come play with me, It is my pleasure to finally meet and please you…