“And sometimes at night I wonder what makes you love me? I am sorry love, but there are times when I doubt, is all you tell me true? For I’ve never been able to love myself, I am flawed, and crooked things don’t catch the eye, but each night you tell me you love me, you whisper I am enough? Am I really? How can that be possible? Are you even real? Or just one of those monsters, mocking me, all in my head, making me feel loved?”

Nidhi Bhasin