Baby Tooth

Where is the line?
Of caring for others and of caring for yourself?
I feel selfish for saying this,
because I feel as if the "body of Christ" would let me die,
like I'm a baby tooth holding on for dear life;
only being pushed out so that I may be stored under a pillow.

I want to say it's not true,
but I can't.

It's just lonely,
when contradictions of love arise,
when it seems that I have nothing to offer worthy,
when I feel God trying to tell me different.

I used to be bitter about this and I think I deserved to be,
but bitterness only lasts so long until it turns into sadness.

I think about this a lot.
I want to stop being critical and start being practical.
I'm not just comlaining for the sake of complaining.

shalom.