worthless worth can't prove a thing,
can't convince anyone to stay or seek;
the worth of words so helpless
compared to the strike of self-doubt.
when i was younger, did i doubt so
wholeheartedly, unabashedly, vocally?
i thought self-assurance came with age
but all i find is too many years,
the antiquity of grief which has passed.
am i worth, am i worth it? i have
no proof, not even an argument
that might convince you to love me
as you ought, as you should have for years.