My heart aches,
knowing I'll never know what true love is,
i see couples of all ages,
holding hands,
whispering sweet northing's,
I'm an outsider,
looking in,
wanting to be apart of this magical life called love,
but who could or would love me,
love is amazing,
it certainly looks it,
i would love to have someone to look at me in that way,
who would with the way i am,
my own mother calls me fat and ugly,
if she thinks that,
what must others think,
i cant look in the mirror
cause every time i do i want to be sick,
self loathing you say,
maybe maybe not ,
if your told something often enough you believe it,
i will never love,
never cherish,
never become a mother,
yes this does upset me,
but I'm accepting it,
i have my nephews,
they will have to do,
my love will go to them.
