I am seeing now what I didn't see before You forever disfigured me You made me question if this boy, Who has supposedly been in love with me Since the day he met me, Loves me. Do you realize how much power that takes? Power it takes to shred up every bit of me and even when I carefully braid my strands back together to make any sort of good rope, It's still not good enough to make a basket Not sturdy, not solid All the insecurities still slip through Thanks for that Now I don't trust any boy