by peshkov

Am I not worthy?

Am I not worthy
How can it be
that I am not as lovable
as the next guy
or a flower, a bird
or a neighborly dog?

Am I not worthy?
Is this the world seeing me
or me projecting the world.
How can I truly see me?

Am I not worthy?
Are my parents’ spirits alive in me
or is that blind arrogance?
Do they bestow my worth to me
if so, how can I see?

I strive to feel worthy
of love and legacy
but who is to determine
if that shall or shall not be?

Is that me?