I may never have liked myself But no matter what I went through I was proud of who I had become
No matter the times The temptation I hadn't given up
I have always promised myself I'd never change myself for anyone But for a fraction of your time I'd rearrange every part of my being
And I don't know what's sadder: The fact that I'd lose myself for you, Or the fact you wouldn't even notice.
The last poems I've posted, I'm ngl, I'm proud of and like. This one, I don't even know if it's a proper poem, and I'm ashamed. But I had to get my feelings out there some way or another. Thank you.