Raised to Be Available

I answer texts I shouldn’t read

Give time I don’t really have

I was raised to be polite

Even when it kills my vibe

Why does kindness feel like debt

I’m still paying off regret

I was raised to be available

Even when I’m not okay

Now I’m learning how to choose

Who deserves my time and space

Boundaries don’t mean I’m cold

They mean I’m growing bold