I cannot be your solution

Fully enough

i have lived a life not fully whole

i did compensate for another

i did try to make up for another's choices

and I was rewarded for it, then and now

but at what cost to myself?

what did I accept when I accepted

another's fuck-ups, another's inflicted pain

another's learning experiences

without my own learning from them?

Vicarious learning is not the same

as experiencing and understanding for oneself

Yet I lived with the belief that I carried the power

The responsibility for others' actions

That I could in some way be more than myself

And while atoning for another's sins

I lost my own path, my own desires to try

Not completely, but I mixed mine with his

And theirs, and hers, all others whom I respected

Well I am not you or anyone other than me

I am inexcusably, unapologetically me

And I am not ashamed, and I will not be

Anyone else but me from here on out

I am no angel, but I am enough