My heart was a mountain
So glorious and mighty
Towering above the clouds
Majestic and beautiful-
At least
That's what it used to be.
The wind and the water
Came along one day
Began to weather and wear it down
Slowly my heart was diminishing
As it eroded
And traveled elsewhere.
No longer majestic
No longer mighty
My heart is now only a hill.

How can they look at me, when I don't even want to look at my own reflection?

How can they listen to me, when I can't even take hearing my hideous voice?

How can they accept my flaws, when I can't even deal with mine?

How can they be happy for me, when I can't even be glad for my own sake?
  
How can they love  me, when I can't even love my own self?

I have started to realise how important it is to find happiness within yourself, and not from other people.
The worst thing you can do is place expectations upon someone that isn't yourself.
Because believe me, you will receive nothing but disappointment.