The worse loss in the world
Is the loss of those you care about
No I'm not speaking of death but of
The loss of trust, love, and the image you've had of this person
It burns you
It destroys you
And all you can do is stare at the pieces
Stare and cry

I cry
I cry for the loss of love, trust, and respect
And the pile of broken shards that was my self-esteem
For all the times you make me feel like you love them more
Love her more
Maybe you do

But I cry because no one has ever
Made me feel like they love me more
More than any of my siblings
More than that other girl
Loved me to the point that I could be their favorite
Be the one that is cherish

But I am not cherished
I am not loved
I am not wanted above the rest
My life is like an endless test
So I have had a loss

*A loss of the feelings that
Have lived in my soul

I'm fine...
The phrase curls down my spine
like a snake to the vine;
strengthening my pose.
Over time the marble
lie I've chiseled stands stout
and proud; a hero to the crowd.
Years turn forgotten from that very lie,
so I carve at my skin
with a thought I needn't forget.
To immortalize the truth
I keep coward within..
I'm fine,
but I'm not.