
Sometimes I feel like I’m chasing
After something I’ll never get,
Seeking to be seen by someone
Too focused on something else,
Driven by a force
Which doesn’t calculate me,
I wait on every beck and call,
Starved for attention,
Feeling malnourished for their time,
All the while battling the fact
That I’m feeding into my insecurities,
Knowing that the love for me is there,
But I struggle to translate it into what I need,
Worried this mental loop will be the end of me
So I sit here in a
Dec 2021- R1