’Well no, and I don't expect it
I do what I must to be a good person
But I wish that it would be noted
Because really my mental state's starting to worsen.’

Just wow... I love this stanza.

This whole poem really resonates with me. We give too much and that which we give just simply gets looked over by everyone. It’s always the kind and the generous that get hurt the most. Thank you for this poem!