What do I need?

People say I’m beautiful,

I wonder why I don’t feel so.

Some say I got a great job,

I don’t think I think so.

Friends keep telling me I am adorable,

I still don’t feel so happy inside,

I am told I am young and life’s waiting for me,

Still why in my mind I sense a divide!

It’s frustrating to know that I can’t feel what I want to feel,

No matter how much I tell me myself, this broken heart doesn’t heal.

Something is missing and I am desperately trying to find,

All I see is a deserted road of life, front and behind.

I am turning to people for comfort who I barely know,

Where’s that one shoulder for a lifetime, where I thought I could always go?

I need that passion again, that zeal, that fire, that soul,

I need my hand to be held, so I can feel whole.

I know now what can make me myself, and help ease this pain,

I need to be loved, and I need to love again...