Will it ever be my turn? Everyone around me is smiling, gazing lovingly at one another. Except, I’m gazing at myself, and can’t recognize the person I’ve become. Once happy and smiling, now I wait for them to leave so I can stop. 

I can’t see it. Everyone says you’ll meet the “right person”. But what if there is no right person? What if I’m doomed to be alone, and unloved. If that’s my fate, I’m scared. But if it isn't, I’m scared just the same. 

What if I can’t trust? I can’t be myself, surrender myself to someone; because I know they’ll hurt me in the end. I push first, so they leave, and I don’t have to deal with the heartbreak in the end. But whatever ending I suffer, I’m still heartbroken.