Not enough .

Imperfection is seen ,
When I see us together.
I know its not you.
And that its just me and that I can never,
Be the one that will do.

I lack most of the virtues,
You look for in your person.
Yet somehow in all your searches,
You seem to have chosen me .
 But yet,I feel like I've committed treason.

Am I being selfless ?
Am I deserving ?
I am neither flawless
Nor am I so charming.
Thoughts like these in my head are eversince swarming.

I have always wondered,
Am I keeping you from something better.
Am I the evil that thundered
That made you deter
From the superfluous.

But you know of my insecurities,
You know what makes me feel breached.
You have never cared about societies, have never let me beseech,
And you protected me ,
Like I was an actual treasure to keep.

Sometimes I almost believe,
That this is the truth , the reality.
You are real and so am I
And maybe in the near future,
I'll know if its a falsity or its my life to receive.

Alamelu.