Looking At Myselfbykitten1964©
I tell myself,
the tears streaming down my cheeks.
Another round of the lies,
the evasions that made my life more colorful
and the relationship more exciting,
all now stripped away.
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I let the false
substitute for the real?
Why do I tell myself stories about how He feels
so that I can feel better about what I'm doing?
I'm looking for the genuine in a case of cheap colored glass;
no wonder I'm not finding a gem.
Will I ever find Someone who will see the real me
and love me for who I am?