N/A: Wrote this a few months ago, just found it. Feedback, please. I’m not too happy with the 3rd stanza and that one long line, but w/e. What do you think?

So It Comes Down to This

So it comes down to this.
Do I want to help,
or do I just need to feel special?

I’ve always had that need,that craving.
I wanted drama, I wanted romance,
wanted a soap of my life
where I was the main character.

And I need to figure out why I’m doing this,
get a straight answer from myself.
Because I’m a good person,
or because I want to feel like one?
Like when you’re on the train and you drop a dime into the homeless guy’s cup
so you didn’t not give something.
Am I doing this for them—
the people I’m trying to help,
my rocks, my anchors, my world.
For them, or for me?

A simple question.
Simple answers.

So it comes down to this.