She loves everything
but herself.
She loves to talk,
but when it comes to her,
she doesn't have a thing to say.
She needs help
but never asks for any.
She needs a father
but knows he can't be bothered.
Seems so open,
but she's built walls
so strong
they're never gonna fall.
Momma's getting worried.
She says, tell me 10 things you love about yourself.
She looks down at her hands,
thinks really hard for a long time,
looks up,
and says nothing.
