I Need to See

Why is everyone so cruel?
Why do people not see that I'm the real me?
Why should I care about myself when no one else does?
I should push through and fight like I always do, but I'm done
I just can't anymore.

I'm only human, right?
I need to be loved and noticed
I need to have someone there to encourage me,
But no one sees me for the person I am
They see me as an expendable piece,
something that can be broken and thrown away,

When I break, I fall and crumble
I stop giving my all
People wonder what's happened
They want to know why I'm done being me
Then I find out that all along they loved me,
but didn't know how to show it
I am cared for
I am loved,
but also I hate myself for being blind to the world around me.
I've learned to see and to believe that no matter what, I am loved