Selfish you say?

Selfish, right? Is that my name? When I step aside from the picture frame, When I bury my dreams, my burning fire, Just to be the child you'd admire. Selfish, right? When I stand so near, Yet my voice is one you never hear. Labeled easy, left behind, Still, I stay— so warm, so kind. Selfish, right? When your wounds I bind, Though I always end up left behind. I give, I love, I stay, I try, Yet selfish is the name I cry.