Expectation Kills

I'm not perfect. Definitely not as beautiful as you think I am (inside or out).

No I'm not being humble.

I just fear expectations. I fear not being good enough.

I fear when people have high expectations on me and later turn away because I disappoint.

I fear rejections, or when people reaches out their hand and decided to walk away because they realized you are too deep down in your cave.

Or perhaps some pull you up a little to let you fall again.
I fear hope because you never know when it will disappear.

It hurts to be reminded that you are not worthy, that you do not deserve whatever. 

It's nobody's fault here but I hate myself for being so weak to think like that.