I have never loved the way you look back at me
All I see is the imperfectness.
But other people around, just let me be,
because they know they can’t help my frustration.
It’s hard to smile sometimes
even when I force the joy.
I look back a million times
just hoping I can look past the pain.
You constantly tell me, “You will never be enough”
and I listen because I have no other voice to hear.
You tell me it will make me “tough”,
but all I see is is all the brokenness.
I hate longing for affection
but all I can see is
My Reflection.
