Find it hard to find belief in love
I search for it, I yearn for it
Maybe that’s the worst of it
Maybe my eyes disguise the true answer
Maybe my concept of it is the true cancer
Some say I hopelessly romanticize
Overly indulged by the idea so I fantasize
On the real they only half as right
Atleast I look, I feel my peers just under analyze
Probably I’m possibly my own worst enemy
Atleast I’m truly me instead of someone I can pretend to be
Diagnosed with self remedy
Where’s the love? A thought I continue questioning