Poetic Self

Many can come and give you all you want, until the day you took what was more than what you hold, as if filling a cup over the top, has made it bleed and burst faster than the old, for only “you” can set a limit, but the high and mighty will demand your soul, if only they all knew, that “you” are the only one who knows. (This poem means that no matter who you ask for more, none can give you what you truly ask for but “yourself”)