I'm Selfish & I Know It

I remember your words

When I was a child.

Every time I would throw a tantrum

Because...

I don't know why.

Maybe because I was a child?

You would say "you're so selfish!"

I would ask for a little

But you would say I'm selfish.

I would ask for a listen

You would say I'm selfish.

I was beaten up in school

And was too scared to face the principal

And you slapped me

And said I was selfish.

30 years later..

I still wonder..

How am I selfish?

All I do for myself is work myself till I'm tired

And whatever little time I have

Is spent taking care and thinking of others

I remember...

Just one day ago

You asked me

"Why don't you throw away all these stuff?"

Stuff that I treasure.

My books.

That don't take up all that much space.

I finally gathered the guts to ask...

"Why are you after my books?"

My books that are not in your way.

My books that take up less space than your stuff does.

You encroach your stuff into my cupboards.

You place your things in my room.

I'm married and I don't even have enough space in my new home.

And now you're telling me my books are taking up space in YOUR home.

Where does that leave me?

Selfish?

Self-centered?

Are you sure, I'm the problem?

Maybe..

If you say me doing all these things

Make me selfish,

Then HECK YEA.

I'm the most selfish person you've ever met.

Thank you.