It was called doubt
It was called fear.
It was her label,
Her libel,
Her insignificant life
That let her to cry like this.
--
Her it
Wasn't as simple as
Being pretty,
Being loved,
Being adored.
--
Her it
Was much more complicated.
--
It was—
Romance.
She wanted someone
to think she was better than anyone.
She wanted someone
who put her above anything else.
She wanted someone
Who treated her as a person,
Not a woman,
Not a one night stand.
--
It was—
Knowing she was doing the right things.
Knowing what she did meant a something.
Knowing she wasn't wasting her life…
She wanted to know
She was okay.
--
It was—
Being happy with herself.
Being beautiful.
Being the perfect little clone she'd dreamt
Ever since she was a little girl.
Being what a woman was supposed to be.
Being a mother.
--
Her it
Was out there.
But she knew she'd probably never find out where it hid.