It’s not that I want to be a bad person—
There are just too many bad people
Trying to edge all the bad out of me...
It’s not that I expect the worst from love—
I’ve just experienced the worst out of love...
It’s not that I don’t want to love someone—
It’s the fear of loving someone who hasn’t
Fully learned how to love themselves...
It’s not that I make myself expensive—
I just refuse to discount my worth, to meet
Someone’s inflated expectations...
_I’m not trying to mask my anxiety—
I’m learning to master my patience._
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 5:13 PM UTC
It’s not that I want to be a bad person—
There are just too many bad people
Trying to edge all the bad out of me...
It’s not that I expect the worst from love—
I’ve just experienced the worst out of love...
It’s not that I don’t want to love someone—
It’s the fear of loving someone who hasn’t
Fully learned how to love themselves...
It’s not that I make myself expensive—
I just refuse to discount my worth, to meet
Someone’s inflated expectations...
_I’m not trying to mask my anxiety—
I’m learning to master my patience._
A reminder to myself that boundaries aren’t bitterness, caution isn’t coldness, and patience is learned—not assumed. This poem is about choosing self-respect over self-betrayal, and growth over reaction.
