If you knew
That your value lay
In the touch of a hand
the shape of your body
the smile on your face
and how bright you shine
Would you still try?
Try to find a friend
a kindred spirit
someone to walk with you
in light and dark
when you’re covered in dirt
and clawing through mud?
If you knew
that every failure was the last
every confession would be shared
doors would close when your
hand reached out
would you bother?
Or would you hide
behind a flawless face
illusion of perfection
knowing you’ll always be
at the end of the rope.