Guilt.
I assume so anyhow.
Perhaps it’s something else.
Or maybe I’m not ready to admit it yet.

Fear.
That I’m wrong.
That perhaps I am yet to love.
Or perhaps I’m simply far too upset.

But why?

Self.
Worthless, assumed.
For what worth has one like me?
Failed and hurt more often than not.

You.
Seem to think otherwise.
Caring for someone so violated.
So devoid of even one worth while thought.

Am I?

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About Robin Elizabeth

My name is Robin Elizabeth and I'm 21. I do not create with my own ability, but with the gift God has given me.

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