I let the chills take over
The feeling of being unwanted
A storm raining on my parade
For my feelings came crashing down
Raining confessions
Of how I was truly feeling about my imperfections
And how I wished I could do something right
For once
If I could make one person happy
I would believe I did something right
But when it comes down to it
Lying in bed a night
I think to myself
“Am I a product they could be proud of?”
And once I hear my conscience whisper, “No.”
I think to myself
“Am I someone I could be proud of?”
And my conscience whispers even softer.
“No.”