belittlement

i settle for the littlest scraps i can secure; i settle for the littlest scraps, and even then they're hard to procure. i kneel for the most jaded of hearts; i kneel for the jaded hearts, even when my own is pierced through by stray darts. i vouch for the blandest demeanors i can find; i vouch for the bland and even then they don't find it in them to be kind. why do i prolong my pain, you ask? why do i not seek what's in it for my gain so I can bask? there's something deeply ruined, flawed in entitlement so i restrain to find the beauty in belittlement.