When is it my turn
To be sought out?
To be protected?
To be cherished?
When will I be loved
The way that I love?
It is pure agony
To bare my heart
And reveal my soul
Only not to be granted the same.
Who will come for me?
Fight for me?
Who will make me feel
The love I've never felt?
And do they even exist?
If only I could reach into the mirror
And embrace the woman
So desperate for what
She has never had.













