Rose Colored Glasses

Rose-colored glasses So thick I might as well Be blind For the stuff I did for man Should’ve been a crime Got my feelings hurt Because I didn’t love myself enough Willing take abuse To obtain another person's love I struggle with worth Cuz sometimes I find it hard to believe That people enjoy my company Without incentives What do they see in me I’m Emotionally distressed With wounds That cut deep into my chest The scars remain As fresh like I was carrying a kid Am I worth it Yes I am Then why do you do this to yourself Why do you let looks blind judgment I am worth it But on the surface I’m always Planting And working On people Who don’t deserve it Fixing people in exchange for love Healing from a broken place I tell myself there are no ties But deep down inside I don’t want to admit the lies I am worth More More than waiting for people Who won’t show up Loving people Who don’t love me Giving my all To those who give me less than half I am worth pulling the weed from the root That has created this condition where I believe love ain’t for me I am worth Showing up for Listen to me vent Support all my endeavors And treated like a queen I am worth A plot in the notebook An honest Loyal friend I am worth someone Who would be at least a half of who I am