I tend to see the best in people;
it's my fatal flaw.
It always ends
in my disappointment
because people
will let me down.
Sometimes intentionally,
often times not.
I can gush over how great
someone else is,
but when the spotlight
returns to me,
I can't see any good in myself.
Many have tried to
remind me that
there is beauty in my heart,
but I just don't see it.
I only see ugliness inside,
a black soul no one would love.
If anyone saw into the depths of me,
they would find no light there,
only darkness.