Potential

have you ever really loved me?

All of my life I heard people around me saying "I love you and you are beautiful, but if you change a little bit you could be better, you could be gorgeous".

Sometimes I think that this thing in my throat that fights and fights to get out is my voice trying to say: Am I not enough? Am I not enough? Would I ever be?

How could I ever feel loved when all that you saw were the things I should have been?

How could you say you loved me when you never saw the real me?

(but who am I after all? after time and time again getting lost in your wishes, in your demands, in your soft voice saying to me "honey, honey, it's what it should be, it's for your sake, don't you love me?

I wish I didn't)