Broke It Myself

I'm so desperate for attention;
even the wrong kind will suffice.


I want to be desired by a man,
even if I don't return his affection.


There's a part of me that thinks
I am not enough without affirmation.


So often I have sought compliments
by men who saw me as an object.


These men didn't know my heart;
they didn't care about my soul.


Their words disappointed me because
they didn't come from sincere lips.


I blame my broken heart on them,
but in the end I broke it myself.

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