I’m not good at dealing with people
I don’t always say the right thing
My intentions easily get misread
And I wind up feeling a sting
It’s exhausting, dealing with people
Especially if you’re a people pleaser
You try to make everyone happy
And you just feel even weaker
You lend an ear or a helping hand
Try to help all strife disappear
You do your best to understand
How to make everyone’s life easier
The problem with people pleasers
Is they often forget themselves
They’re so busy fretting over others
They can bring harm upon their self
There’s many reasons for the pleasers
They want to be liked.
They want to be loved.
Maybe they’re a type of believer
That thinks they’ll please enough to be hugged?
So be kind to these poor pleasers
And just be pleasant to be around
We all need life to be easier
For together we stand our ground