peek-a-boo

they speak of you, but i've not seen you. i don't think i'm looking in the right direction. i don't think you exist. at least, not in the way i wish you did. my expectations are too high, they say..i'm too demanding.
but you don't exist. or do you?
only me and my self- acceptance. only you inside me. i see you, a reflection of you..you must be hiding inside me, you fool.
and i know you'd die for me. you'd do anything i ask just to be able to love me, if i allowed it. but i don't even aknowledge you. i have no clue. i look for you without beleiving.
and i know that when i stop looking , you'll show up in someone's eyes, i'll see you, for some time. until you hide again, because i lose you. and i stop believing.

in me.