Sometimes it’s hard.
Hard to know why someone is with us.
Is it the sex? Or is it because they actually enjoy
you as a person?
Sometimes you know they love you.
Even though you know,
sometimes that person does something.
Then the anxiety starts.
It says “you’re worthless,”
“You’re never good enough,”
“All you’re good for is sexual pleasure,”
“That’s all people see when they look at you,”
you can’t help but wonder if
it’ll be true?