The truth is,
That I don't love myself
The way you love me...
And I wish I could.
Because it seems
That in your eyes,
I am perfect,
But to me,
I see
That I am detestable,
I see myself as something
Disgusting
And unlovable,
And I'm just hoping
To get over that,
And while I'm trying to
See myself
How you see me,
I hope
That you will
Wait
For me,
Like you swear you will.
YOU ARE READING
From Deep Within
PoetryAs a way of escape from real life, I am writing the things I can't say to anyone. This is poetry from deep within my heart.
