I fear love,
Just as I fear being loved by another.
I'm terrified of rejection,
But even more terrified of acceptance.
I am more comfortable with being put down,
Than I am with being complimented.
I am scared of people in general,
They all seem to see things in me,
That I myself am blind to.
I care about many,
But don't like to be cared about in return.
Romantic things make me happy,
Except for when they involve me.
Why I fear these things,
I don't know.
My friends say I fear commitment,
But it's not the commitment that I fear.
I am fully amendable to commitment,
But I just can't stand the thought of someone being committed to me.
In my eyes,
I'm not worth it.
I don't understand,
Why I can't see,
What everyone else does.
What is so amazing about me?
I just want to be able,
To put aside the fear.
To stop running,
When someone does care.