To others I was always too headstrong to be weak, too tough to be soft, too rational for errors, and too quiet to have needs. So takers kept taking, and I kept giving, ‘cause in giving there is joy, and taking there isn’t. And soon I dwindled, bit by bit, and block by block, keeping all and sundry strong, knowing no matter how sensitive I am deep down, I was perhaps the only one I ever knew who could withstand the insufferable expedition of empathy. Till one dark day I had nothing to give, and
