Is it all worth it?
To be on other people’s beck and call?
To walk on thin ice and broken glass?
To bend over backwards to all their wishes?

Is my self-worth determined by other people’s praises?
And am I useless when I make mistakes?
Do they notice the good that I do?
Perhaps they do, but are quick to forget whenever I trip and fall.

It’s a choice after all to stay in this world.
It’s a choice to feel trapped.
It’s a choice to treat them as if they were high and mighty.
And it’s a choice that I allow myself to remain low.

I can choose to remain and feel as if I’ve got so much to loose.
Or I can choose to get up and just walk away.
But I’m going to walk straight and with my head held up.