Hiding no more

We need one another
I can only attribute my survival to the love and care of those that I took for granted

When I look inside of me

I hear a voice saying dreams

Then came another saying love from others, parents, friends, and a lover

But when I reach deeper, there is a small girl who longs to be loved by me

She wants to be seen, heard, cared, and loved by me

I spent my whole life listening to others telling me that I ain't good enough

I don't even know where it came from 

But there is a feeling that it is bad, embarrassing, and shameful to be me

It is as if I were born to be shaped by others' ideas of how I should be