Dear friend
If I could shelter you
From the world's problems
As an umbrella
Covers us from rain
I would

How I once reveled
Being the object of your affection
Now
You are the object of my misconception
Under the guise that you could stand
With me
Now I'm left standing alone
Indeed it's a bit breezy

What is my worth?
A nickel?
Ten dimes?
Three dollars
Five dollars?
Free-Nintey Nine?
Why must my worth
Be determined by labels such as
"Beautiful, angel, and fine"
Instead judge not my shell
For it is by my perseverance and willingness to try
That really shines.
My character,
is what you should truly define.

How am I supposed to go along
If in this place I don't belong