I’ve spent most of my time being the hostess,
Opening doors with smiles,
Pulling all-nighters,
Trying to give them the right toast,
Slowly slipping past my own coast.
I spent most of my time satisfying their wants,
Making them feel at home
In a home meant to be mine.
I gave them rooms,
But made no room for me.
I swallowed what they wanted,
I played my duty well,
Hosted them so well
That I forgot to host myself to a toast.
One by one,
They returned the keys,
Keys to the rooms I gave,
Rooms they grew bored of,
Rooms they destroyed,
While I was busy playing the perfect hostess.
