The Illusion of help

Taking help is not always right, It dims your strength, it steals your light. Help becomes a crutch for the weak, A habit that turns bold into meek. Help is a poison for inner might, A thief of courage, a thief of fight. It fosters ease, it nurtures lazy, Leaves ambition blurred and hazy. Don't ask for help when you can strive, Let your own efforts keep you alive. For they help not for your need, But for their value, their inner greed. Their help seeks praise, their help seeks gain, A quiet path to ease their pain. Stand alone, grow tall, be wise, True strength blooms where self-reliance lies.