Lesson To Learn

I never learned to love myself.

I know not how it’s done.

I am so weak in will and mind.

I seek, but cannot seem to find

Something to love–not one.

Or, rather, all the little things

That I can do half-well

Are insignificant, compared

To all my flaws and failings; bared

For every hostile swell.

It’s plain I am not fit to join

The human social realm

I have no mettle to defend

Ideals, myself, much less a friend,

Without a hefty helm.

And still I tremble in my boots

A flimsy paper doll

The people that I thought would last

Abandoned me; that time has passed

They’re gone, I’m lost, that’s all.