My Picker Is Off

Why have I become accustomed to settle?

Why in my own eyes my best is not good enough?

Why don't I believe they will love me if I was just me... standing on my beliefs?

Thought I had a healthy self-esteem, but do I really?

My picker is off definitely? Princess? Or more like a slave?

Yes, a slave to whatever love I can grab.

 Not confident, I will receive the Prince I am destined to have.

Silent tears at night wondering what went wrong. Why is my life like another sad love song?

Is true love in my grasp or is it just a fable? Or is it reserved for those who can bring material wealth to the table?

Do I measure up?

It seems that I may not.

Probably all those left turns when I should have gone right.

Do I want to give up? Yes, I feel like why try.

It's obvious my picker is off and I keep getting caught in the manipulators grasp of lies.

How can I decide?

Who is truthful and who is trying to take me on a joy ride so I can be entangled with soul ties?

How do I navigate through the games people play?

I get lost trying to follow what they do and then there is what they say.

Benefit of the doubt again and again. Is it time to take a detour once the doubt creeps in?

Lost in love is the song I sing once my own words stop matching my actions.

My picker is off. I would say so, especially when I am making concession after concession before I cut my losses and learn my lessons.

Picking up the pieces again and again.

How many times can a heart shatter and be repaired?

What do they say… fool me once shame on you fool me twice shame on me?

I’d rather be blame and shame free, but my picker is off and I keep letting it guide me.

How do I fix this gauge in my heart? So, I can stop looking like a fool… I need my intelligence to shine through.

It’s time to disengage from my heart, because it’s deceitful.  

Letting my brain take the lead seems much more peaceful.

I guess for now I will just be still. No more picking for me I may need more time to heal.