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