I wish you could see the person everyone else sees, instead of always thinking that who you are and what you are isn’t enough.
And I know it’s tough,
To tell yourself you’re beautiful inside out,
To tell yourself you’re strong and fantastically unique,
Because it’s easier to think otherwise – a trait of yours I despise.
Why do you always make promises to yourself, yet end up wasting all your energy on others?
I hate that about you.
I hate how giving you are, how easily you throw your soul and body to the whim of another.
You’re not a dog, so stop acting like one.
And when you feel low and have nowhere to go,
You run back into my arms and tell me this time it’ll be different – will it?
Will you make your destiny or let others take it away from you?