When

Love is something I been searching for. Something that I need. Something that I want but never seem to find. No matter where I look, what I do or say I’m never close to finding love. Whenever I think I’m close I just fall father way. I just get played or hurt or lied too finding posers posing to love, care and protect me. When will I find my true love. When will some one look into my eyes and just say “I love you” when. When will I find that person, when will that person reveal them self. When will some one hug me so tight and never let go. I tried so hard but if my family don’t love me who will, if my mother won’t hug me who will, if my father didn’t stay who will. I f I couldn’t fix myself who could. Who’s going to love me if I’m a mistake, a disappointment, if everyone hates me, if I’m surrounded with posers. If I can’t unmask them who will. Who’s going to show me what I deserve. When will I stop being judge by the way I look and be judge by my actions. When will my time start. When will I shine. When will I be loved, cared, protected. When. When will the pain, the hurt, the lies, the suffering stop and the smiles, the laughs, the hugs, the happiness start. When. When will someone notice that little girl breaking down in front of them. When. When will I stop chasing and be chased. When. When will I start to feel like I matter. When.

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