I feel threatened by other girls
Because of my anxiety, my depression, or insecurities.
I have low self-esteem and zero confidence,
So, sadly, I’m the jealous type.
I don’t think highly of myself,
And I know it’s annoying.
I love you so truly, so deeply,
Though I can’t even love myself.
I get possessive of what’s mine;
I get territorial around other girls–
Not because I don’t trust you,
But because I know you’re out of my league.
You are too good for me;
You could do so much better.
I can’t tell what you see in me,
When I hate myself so much.
Any other girl might be prettier or better,
But they’ll never love you like I do.
I am not thin or attractive.
I don’t have big boobs or a clear face.
I don’t have tan skin or long hair.
I’m not every guy’s dream girl;
I’ve been no one’s type before.
But you are exactly what I’ve been searching for
And I never want to lose you.
I get jealous so easily because I know you
And I see how irresistible you are.
I know there have been other girls,
But they are in your past.
If you’ve flirted and hit on other girls
Or checked them out as candidates to date;
If you’ve kissed or eaten out another,
It’s all history, since before we got together.
But I hate myself with such a fiery, burning passion,
That I am grateful but bewildered at what you see in me.