Being scared of your disappointment
Was only in my head.
Now I lay here, alone.
I think of those times.
Where I stood loved and cherished.
Now I wonder, will I ever be enough.
For you to love me, for whom I am.
Not for the decisions I make or do.
Why does it all matter?
Is it all just thoughts you put in your head.
Or is it just the reality of your beliefs.
Is it really me?
I love you,
Why don't you see?
You're the only ones that matter to me.