Sunday, September 23, 2007
- 4:56 PM
I don't understand how everyone got this impression of me.
They haven't even nearly seen what I believe is my best work.
I fumble, I constantly long to improve
so how can they see something so amazing in all of this?
Has everyone set their standards so low?
I cannot help you.
I long to with all my heart and soul
but I do not know how.
How can you stand being with someone who is powerless to help?
I live to help you and yet I cannot
How much more meaningless can I get?
I want to feel it,
I have to realize it.
You're there,
You're mine.
I have you and I am the most lucky person on this earth
And yet it is so fragile because I can hardly believe it
and I am waiting for you to see that I am not as amazing as they say.