There must be something that makes them stay away.
It's always everyone else and never me.
I know I'm insufficient.
I thought I was sure of myself.
I give off the impression that I don't care, but I want someone to love me
and I can't be fine until then.
There isn't a way around ii
it's always there at the back of my head.
It sure is a stinker to feel that way. I came across many poets that can relate to this piece. I hear you but you will be ok. I can feel it in your oiece. Excellent write!