A girl sat alone, not feeling she was enough.
Love can be harsh, and love can be tough.
This girl fell short of giving self-love,
Afraid she was undeserving of the above.
She fell over, and over not for a prince, but a troll.
Over, and over this had taken its toll.
Her glass remained half empty, never half full,
With love crumbling pieces of her to null.
Biting her tongue, letting her ego prevail.
Searching for love, chasing her tail.
Her pride directed her infliction,
Self-loathing created the depiction.
Crushed her heart down until it was fine,
Constantly living on the sideline.
Fearing the ache of love not reciprocated,
Rejecting her own heart until it was jaded.
It wasn't until she looked into her reflection,
She promised herself she'd change her perception.
Being loved by someone else didn't make her whole,
Loving herself was what made her heart full.
Author's Note:
Self-love should be good love. Oftentimes, we can be our own frenemy. Not allowing ourselves to feel like we are enough.
