I am here all alone in the dark
Writing this poem; hoping idea would spark
A person full of worries
I hope I could gather and bury these ideas
I am here right now, weary  

Can't seem to find the right answer
To all these query and wonder
Am I too much?
Or is it because I decide in clutch

In this sad corner
All I want is to turn my thoughts in ******
**** the sadness and worries
Stop the thinking and cries

Why am I always thinking that I am not enough
To hide that feeling, will I just go on with a laugh?
Am I a joke? Am I funny?

Please stop, it's making me feel ******
All I want is to be loved and valued
So please take care of me