The idea of someone
Who loves that i’m someone
Is a concept I can’t seem to grasp
An attraction to me?
Or what I seem to be?
I just can’t help but laugh
This modesty’s crippling
Self-depreciating
Is confidence really what I lack?
What’s there to love
About someone so tough
With a surface that’s jagged and cracked?
I’m not insecure
I mean sure, life hurts
But everyone’s accustomed to that
What’s so great about me
That I deserve somebody
To always have my back?
Do I light up the room
Like the sunshine in June?
In my absence does your world seem to end?
I couldn’t begin to fathom why
You’d want to be by my side
As a lover, or a brother, or a friend.
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