Do you like this on me? Do you think I can do this?
Are we good?
Am I making the right choice? Are you sure its okay?
Are we good?
When did my entire existence begin to only matter with your approval?
When did my confidence only shine through when you agreed?
When did my life begin to revolve around pleasing you?
The day I lost myself was the day that I met you and I regret that with every day I strive to find myself again now that you are no longer pulling me down.