*About the worry that you’ll never be good enough for someone.*
My heart has been under heavy fire.
It feels like it’s time for me to expire.
There’s hopelessness every time you come near.
A sense of dread I can’t help but to fear,
A weakness that seems to consume my soul,
A worry you’ll leave my heart in a hole,
Like somehow I wouldn’t be good enough,
That you won’t see a diamond through the rough.
It feels like I’m in an endless nightmare,
And I’m stuck thinking if you even care.
And here you’re all I can ever think of,
Still the only one I could want to love.
Will this hell turn into heaven for me?
Or am I doomed to never be set free?