Oblivion

To be forgotten,
Becomes my greatest fear.
My tears keep falling to where they are gotten,
Seeking for anyone near.

Trying to find my place,
In the midst of the worthy.
Looking at my imperfect face
I couldn't help but feel very much unworthy.

But he tries to get me to see the light,
To be the best I can be.
Even if I run away in fright,
I know he just wants the real me.

Tho, he feels like I don't believe his words,
When I feel like I don't deserve his presence.
To understand me rather than draw his swords,
Is all i could ever ask in essence.

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