I’ll probably delete this tomorrow

I’m so tired.

I’m so tired of trying to be my best

In hopes that someone will see me.

In hopes that someone sees me not as potential

But as a future.

I’m bettering myself for myself,

But why am I the only one that sees it?

I’m making myself proud,

But I want someone else to be proud, too.

I want a shoulder to cry on,

Lips to kiss,

Arms to hug,

Hands to hold.

I want

Something.

Pathetic?

Maybe.

True?

Always.

I don’t lie,

I tell the truth.

I want to be transparent to be relatable to be trusting.

I want someone to see me and say “because of you I didn’t give up.”

Because of you, I made myself better.

I don’t know who you are,

But I want you.