You called me selfish, that stung,
I cannot argue because it's true,
I don't want to be like that anymore,
But especially not to you.

Said I was greedy,
Last thing I expected to hear,
The only thing I am desperate for;
Your presence, need you near.

Self-centered? I can be,
When I am pushed towards the edge,
I have given so much, but not to myself,
Teetering on a shrinking ledge.

Qualities are not perfect or pure,
Weakness reflected in all I do,
You acceot me with my scars and faults,i
But I am going to be a better me for you.