Ashamed

Love yourself less than you love another

I'm ashamed to look at me in the mrror
For fear that I'll see what you see in me...
I had worked hard for 16 years to shape and
mold a positive self image...
It seems like I let you take just 11 yeas to
redefine that
When I was young I thought that Mr. Right
would ride up on his white horse with his
shiney armor and sweep me off of my feet
But I traded that dream in for you
You were my king and I your queen so I thought
But I feel like I have allowed what we have to be
reduced to something I longer want or know
how to mask anymore
For so long I have been beating myself up trying to be the whom, what, and where you needed
me to be... I know longer can do it
So I must leave...