I've Been Asked
I've been asked I must be masked I can't be liked For who I am It is just not possible If you really like me Then why don't I feel it too? Why can't I believe that someone Would like me? Why is it so hard to believe, That I am liked for me, And not for whom I hang around with? Why must I doubt myself, And think myself not worthy? Why can't I believe in myself? Why can't I believe that someone likes me? Is it because I am always telling myself that it will never happen? Or is it because I've been told by numerous people that it would not Happen? Am I being to self-centered...? Or am I being psyched out...?Well this started out as a poem about a guy who asked me out...and it ended as a poem about how much I don't respect myself and stuff like that... so I'm not sure what you will think...please be truthful...thank you! Written December 7th, 2001 © on Dec 07 2001 03:32 PM PST 0 • 12
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