I shy away from a chance of love,
because the last time I ended up like a shattered glass.
The doubts in my head take over me,
as I wonder if I’ll ever get a happy ending.
I’ve lost one person after another, I’ve been shunned, I’ve been betrayed.
And I’ve always felt like a victim.
But I’m starting to wonder, maybe its me.
Am I the reason everyone leaves?
Am I doomed to be forever alone?
Am I so unlovable?
These questions haunt me and leave their mark as the bags under my eyes.