Sunday

I have a killer hangover
Brought on by my ridiculous need
To be liked or wanted or something else
That happens when you have (almost) no self-esteem

I cried a lot last night
I got overly emotional (which I never do)
Because I couldn’t understand why
After all my idioticness you still wanted me around

I never get like that
(Not often anyway)
I hide it well with my false bravado and
Painted on smile that never seems to fade

You wrote to me this morning
And told me that I was strong
And funny and other good things
Strange thing is I’m starting to believe these things too

Maybe I’m not such a bad person after all
(Also, remind me never to say yes to the Frenchman)