Good, but not that kind of good...

Once again I reflect. I've found that who I am and what I am to others are not one in the same. I have become, or always have been but a mere commodity. Competing for ones attention and or affection has become a broken record in the soundtrack of my life. I tend to sacrifice much of myself in the interest of pleasing others and to just merely keep them around. My identity has been lost. Who I am as a person is far less important to those I've known than the things that I may potentially provide. I am a common real life "app" for some of the people in my world. One may have all that they want, but may be missing that one thing that entertains them, which is where I come in. There when you need it. Easily accessible, as well as discarded when need be. I may not be worth much, but I am worth something. I am not going to readily give that away to those who only care about what I may provide. An acquired taste, but worth the wait.