..::Time::..

((I wrote this poem because I started to think about what someone told me tonight. Many people dont think I listen to what you say when you tell me not to be body shy due to my weight....or that, I look great dont worry about what others say...I really do listen. But one thing that was told me to, tonight, wan being shy was a form of fear...a fear of not being eccpected. And it began to make me wonder...why did I care if you eccepted be or not due to something so trivial?? I keep telling myself I dont care what others think, and in a way I dont..cause if you cant take me for my weight (which I have already eccepted and is working on) then...does that not show how little of a person you truly are? And I know I am way better then that. But at the same time I dont...cause I still am shy. Then, I thought about how love is suppose to mend all wonds...and my final question is...will it?))


NOTE: The regular font is me....the Italic is like my mind answering...and the "everything" is me, my mind, and soul.



Why must I seek your approval?

Why do I care what you think?

Why do I need to be accepted?

Why do I tell myself I actually don’t care?



To not have approval is that of failure.

To care of your thoughts show respect.

Being accepted is not being alone.

To tell one-self in hopes of believing.



Failure is something I can not accept.

Respect is something I was raised to show.

I fear a life of being alone.

Believing my words would make this easy.



Words of a father breed into his child.

Maturity taught at a young age.

No one in life wants to be alone.

Life, simply, is not easy.



I was Daddy’s little girl.

I had to prove I was mature to be heard.

Life alone is something worth being feared.

But having someone beside me does.



Daddy will always be there.

“Heard” is sometimes not when one speaks.

Fear will only tear down one’s emotions.

Family and friends will always be there.



Everyone will die, this I know.

But to take me seriously is what I mean.

My emotions need readjusting.

The love I need is more than that.



Death is but a step in life.

One must take themselves seriously before others can.

Emotions are frail and need to be handled as such.

Stop searching let the love find its way.



But is their death the end of you?

No…

How will I know I take me seriously?

Time…

Can love help mend those emotions?

Yes…

When will I know he found me?

Time…