loved

I want to be admired loved, wished for be accepted and that is why I change really fast I want to be loved I don't know why if I can see the loneliness I am living in maybe I can finally be me but I don't know I can only see people's eyes people who loved staring at me people who loved talking to me the ones who called me beautiful I keep on remembering them this makes it hard to find myself but I'm happy when I am loved and maybe I'm happy in this longing hoping to be loved again the truth is I'm just lonely and anxious I wonder if "myself" is pretty itself I wonder if "loving myself" can really pull me out.