Was it all my imagination?
All that time
I thought you cared about me
But maybe you only cared
about how I made you feel
how I helped you
how I listened to you
how it was always a focus
on you you you
Did you even know me?
Did you even like me?
for me?
There were times
I did share things with you
I did talk about my feelings
my hopes and my dreams
I know it wasn’t all bad
Sometimes you cared,
right?
Why do I miss you?
Do I really, or
Do I miss being needed
and taking care of you
So why do I miss you?
Why does my heart ache?
I don’t think I ever felt valued
for being me
only for what I did for you
Or
is that just the reaction I feel
the color of the memories
in my grief
Know My Worth 