She is a bee.

One minute sketch is by Hermione Wilds Writes – Writer and editor

She fed everyone with food and love. Starving her self-respect she fed their ego.

Never a fool but her empathy made her a pushover, she was taught to care never to beware, and believed so much she never knew to lie, she was pretty like a butterfly, scary like a bee, deep like sea, shallow like weed, beautiful like a sunset, ugly like a storm, alive like life and dead like death.

Carrying the pot of humanity, she poured it onto the devil, emptied it, and left not a single drop. Refilling the pot with her tears she understood the thirsty monster was needy to suck her life, yet she poured and poured her heart out until it was a bare land.

She hoped, as a farmer waiting for rain, she wished to see the devil in good and searched for god in bad, she knew it was a Mahabharata still acted like Ram.

To you, pleasing people is not in our control we do it because we are kind and empathetic. But understanding the worth of your kindness and self-esteem is certainly what we can control.