work in progress

The demons of rejection have come to cause me pain 

The fear of having to compete is stabbing at my brain 

Abandoned and alone I don't need to be again 

Melancholy

You tell me you love me,

You promise me there's no other. 

You're trying to change me,

You're making me bother. 

You want me more perfect,

To fit in with your life

You tell me you love me

And yet, I'm feeling strife. 

You tell me you'll visit

And arrive two hours late. 

I'm feeling melancholy,

If this is my fate. 

I see you still shopping

You're online and scanning

You tell me I'm perfect

Then why do I feel damning?