Doubts. So many doubts.
Am I selling myself short?
Am I worth a fight?
Am I worth the wait?
Am I whoring myself out?
Am I moving too fast?
These are all the questions I want to ask.
But they're just doubts.
Will I satisfy him?
Will I be enough?
Will he want to change my being?
Will he think I'm wifey material?
Yes
No
Maybe
You'll never be those things
The self conscious is a dangerous weapon.
But the more I think the more I answer my own questions and my mind thinks of the worst possibilities.
No your not enough
Yes your acting like a whore
No he doesn't want you
I tear myself down but there's no one to build me back up
So as I sit and cry and scream about I think why all these doubts.
