You never tell me I'm the best
So I assume I'm the worst
Never tell me you love me
So I assume my life is loveless
You don't ask to hang out
So I assume I am uninteresting
These are the sad truths of myself
The sad truths of many
Our importance measured by our interactions with others
Our self-worth weighing so heavily upon the words spoken to us
Whether it be an abundance of hate
A lack of love
Or nothing at all
You give me nothing and my mind turns it into everything.