Borderline Joy

There is a fine line between being of service and being used.
The difference is very difficult to see...
and even harder to explain.

I need to be of service.
I hate being used.
One truly speaks to my heart,
the latter disgusts me to no end.

Being allowed to serve makes my heart fill with joy.
Being used makes me feel so cheap.
If one does a good job in service maybe One will keep me.
Once I'm used, I will be discarded... again...
and that terrifies me completely.