So I see

I see that you have made your choice,
I see what matters more,
And who is more important.
Things can never be the same,
From here on out,
I thought the friendship that we shared.
Was something worth fighting for,
Now I see how wrong I was,
So consider this.
My two weeks notice,
I have no more fight in me,
Goodbye my once upon a time best friend.

So many thoughts, I can't think straight.

Daily, I'm working on improving upon myself,
I see imperfections that others do not,
And I feel like I need to fix them.
Why? I didn't intend to ever be
What others wanted to see.
Why aren't I good enough for them?
Why do I feel the need
To conform to their idea
Of the right type of person?
I like to think that I know
Who I am, my morals
My beliefs, what I think is right or wrong.