Time has pasted
It took that
For the real me
To unmask
Memorized features
In the mirrors
From constantly starring
Having the most empty feelings
From giving soo much
Of myself
Now the thoughts of unworthyness
Are consuming me
This lonelyness is ruining me
Thinking to myself
Who could be
So generous
To make me
Vauable again
Easily fixed by
Spending time
Making me feel
Wanted again
Making me feel
Needed again
Not greedy
Or needy
It would be
Just her presence
That would be needed
To make me worthy again
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