The Trouble With You

How could I have let you in?
In less than a week you'll be gone.
I wonder if I will see you again,
Or if you will leave me here with a shattered heart.

I'm not sure why I like you;
People like you only bring me pain.
Trouble comes along for the ride,
Sitting next to my lack of self-esteem.

A constant fear runs through me.
A fear I don't want you to know,
That you will see through the mask I put on.
A mask that I hope doesn't show

The hate that I feel for myself,
And how I'm not worthy
Of affection from others
Especially when they really don't care at all.