People keep telling me how 'I am worth it',
But I don't really see them value me.
Their words are soft, like petals in the wind,
But drifting away before they can sink.
They paint me in colors I can't recognize,
Calling me strong, calling me kind—
Yet when I reach for their outstretched hands,
They pull away, leaving me aside.
I hear their voices, but they can't seem to see me,
Like a shadow in the periphery.
If I mattered the way they say I do,
Why would they make promises I can't hold onto?
They paint me in colors of worth and light,
Yet leave me alone in the darkest night.
Echoes of praise, but harsh words when I fall,
Am I truly worthy to them at all?
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Behind Every Mask
PoetrySet of Poems to entertain you. © 2016 by CA. The images used in this work are for illustrative purposes only. I do not own the copyright to any of the photos posted. All rights to the images belong to their respective owners. If you are the copyri...
