So in this scripted piece holds the breath of my thoughts:
Why do I hate myself?
Why can't I love myself?
Why can't I be loved?
Why?
Why?
Because every ounce of my heart is beating
for this love and affection,
regardless of how many times it's been broken.
Because I'm real and I'm genuine
and all I know is how to love,
to love and to love and to love.
And it cries with the strangers on a street,
And it laughs with the miracles in a hospital,
and it thinks with a mind of its own-
the thought almost always-
"How can I put a smile on this person's face?"
Yet why feel all this, but not WANT to be loved?
How can you love so deeply,
so purely,
yet reject love too?
