Treasure

I got a DM from a friend 

I had sent her some post about 

Not fawning after people 

who don’t make it clear they like you


She said I deserve someone who treasures me…

But what treasure am I? 

What am I worth?

Is there any part of me worth treasuring?


These pestilent questions echo inside my skull

Reminding me of how I can’t feel loved

Telling me I won’t be loved

Because I’m not worth it.


Why were these my first thoughts?

Who has broken me to the point of nebulousness?

What happened inside me that all I hear 

are these voices that degrade me?


If I deserve someone who treasures me

Then why do I feel like tarnished gold

Tossed into the mud, Never to shine again

My brilliance stolen from me by time’s antics

My dullness bestowed to me by life’s chances 


I deserve someone who treasures me…

But what treasure am I?

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