I am human, with a messy human body and mind
I don’t intend to hurt anyone, yet I have a habit of leaving a trail of broken hearts behind me
I’m gifted at making people feel loved and special
I celebrate their strengths and passions
I serve up what everybody craves
When I cease to deliver their fix, they protest that I’ve misbehaved
I’m trying to shake this old survival skill that used to protect me but now makes me ill
I’m trying to garner new abilities, but ancient habits are hard to break when they are built into your anatomy
