To be loved
Every day I force myself to think the same thoughts
To feel the same feelings
that I am worthless
that I am ugly
That I am fat
That I am somehow less than those around me.
As if to avoid the embarrassment of someone else thinking of them first.
We build walls around our hearts to protect us from pain.
Isolating ourselves from the outside world when the reality is,
We want so desperately to belong.
To feel as though we aren’t alone on this earth.
To be loved.
This poem is about:
Me