Tonight, you looked me in the eyes and told me that I was not worthy. Worthy of discussion, of love, and your acceptance. For I am now understanding that my worth is something far beyond the confines of what you consider to be valuable. Go ahead, place on me a price tag. Mark me down to whatever value necessary to excuse your cruelty. How much are you worth? Every tear-that’s for sure; Every sleepless night, every broken thought. I honestly thought you loved me; but your love was cheap. Cheap like your reactions. Rigid like your conditions. Unworthy like me.