Among the leaves

Sometimes I wonder why I held on a lot longer than I was supposed to. I gave more chances than were deserved. I forgave more than what was needed. I don't do the same for myself though. I never hold on, give chances and certainly almost never forgive myself. How can one person be so critical of themselves? How do I look in the mirror and try to see someone beautiful looking back back only see a annonymous face. With not much promise and not much potential. But I know I am the only one who sees this. I guess I fell too much for these characters. I gave too much emotion into it and expected the same amount in return and with expectations, we're usually left dissapointed. I used to get so angry thinking I've done so much for people but they have left, used, lied and cheated. I suppose I shouldn't have expected ... let alone cared.

And now I don't care anymore. Enough lies.