Worth

Long ago my worth was dependent on how you treated me

My happiness upon when you would see me

I always knew I was kind, I was good

Eventually I got used to your carelessness

And selfish nature

And accepted it as true

You knew I cared for you more than most

You took my good heart and crushed it by the weight of your hurt

Said it was hard to love me

But what I realize now, I deserve so much more

Than how you ever treated me; I am kind, I am loved, I am divine

A feminine heart in her truest form is not only kind, but honest with herself