Worthless.

You never really wanted me. You were just lonely. You just wanted someone to hold onto at night. If you got a little more out of it, that was just a bonus. You used me. And the worst part is, I let it happen. I watched as you put distance between us when people came near. I noticed every glance you made to see if anyone saw us together. I heard every excuse you made to keep me hidden from people who knew you.

Now I can't figure out how I let you do that to me. I was always so strong, but you took that from me. I thought I'd never get that back. I thought you had taken my voice forever. I thought no one else would want me since you didn't. And why would they? Obviously I wasn't pretty enough or funny enough or even popular enough for you. How could I have been good enough for anyone else either?

When you left, I knew I had to be alone. You were my last chance at love. I couldn't let another man waste his time on a girl who wasn't good enough for this world.

Silly me. I couldn't see the truth. I wasn't the problem, you were. He shows me that every single day. It takes a worthless person to make others feel worthless. But for a person to show someone else their true worth? That takes a person that I know I deserve.