Dissapointment

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 the reality of the truth.



Is it really me?

I love you,

Why don’t you see?

You’re the only ones that matter to me.