So many people say so many different things about me, mainly good
They love my eyes and how they sparkle
They love my smile and it makes them happy
They like my voice and say its special
They like my piercings and my tattoos and the stories behind them
They like my body and my style
They like my hair, how its long and has exciting colors
They love that they can talk to me, I listen and actually understand them. And many people don't actually understand, so they love that about me.
They love that I can write and say so pretty things, that i'm a poet.
They love that I can be vulnerable and that I say things how they are
They love that I make them happy and laugh
They love that i'm so pretty and sexy
But why doesn't he see it? Why doesn't he see that i'm all of those great things? Why doesn't he want me to be his when so many people would kill for that. Why am I not enough for him?