The Love of Others
I suppose that there will always be
Those whose greatest need
Is to be loved.
The people who feel worthless
Without someone else's approval.
But knowing they will always be there
Doesn't mean I understand it.
I will always wonder why
There will always be those crowds
Who walk around
Looking for the love of another.
Does it complete them,
Make them whole?
I fail to see
How being whole, in that way,
Could ever be beneficial.
Because people stop loving,
And the only one who will always be there
And if you constantly lean on others,
One day you will fall.
The best that you can do
Is know how to pick yourself up from the floor.
Know your own worth.