No Other Half

Eh, just another one of my feelings poems. Yes, it's what I think about me.

A step forward I take,
I try to ease my mind,
But as the days go on,
I fear --to me-- the worst.

I constantly build up my self-confidence,
Yet each time does it get crushed,
Ever and always without fail.

The heart of me and my soul
Wants utterly to be complete.

However it goes,
The longer I spend,
The more I think
That my heart has no other half.

They say there is someone for everyone.
Does that mean I am a no one?
Or is it that I am not the one
For the one for me?