I don't think I know how to love myself.
I realize that I only live for other people.
My motivations ever peaking when it's for their sake.
"To be a better person to meet the gaze of someone else."
That is the world I let myself live in.
My personality shifts based on that which surrounds me.
Vernacular, posture, love and distaste.
All to accommodate the happiness of others.
There are times I do not know nor care for who I am.
The lingering will to become something more,
Constantly leaving as soon as it arose.
Without the eye of another to keep me in check,
I'll simply return to wasting away my progress.
For what purpose do I continue on?
Living day by day with emotions withering.
Could I find value in myself without peers?
Would that value let me finally find purpose?
I think that I would like to learn how to love myself.
[ "Persona" - Written 1 August 2022 ]
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