why is it that when I get down, I can't get back up on my own? It seems like I'm always looking, needing, wanting, craving, the love of someone else to pull me up from my fall. Why can't I stand on my own two feet, and walk on solid ground without someone by my side? Why can't I love myself the way others say they do? Why is it that I can't see the girl in the mirror that eeryone calls pretty? Why can't I see me for who I really am? Why can't I be strong and courageous? Pretty and interesting, strong and outgoing? Why cant' I seem to find my own way through life and be my own person like everyone else seems to be able to do so easily?
To long to be titled
October 18, 2010