Deprived

You put me in a crib

And didn't kiss me goodnight.

This would be fine

If it happened one night.

But I've been so deprived

Of what's rightfully mine.

Why is it so hard to love me?

.

Then you put me outside

And didn't open the door,

Even knowing, forlorn,

I would seek out the storm.

Completely deprived,

Like it's decadent wine.

What on earth could it cost me?

.

Then to see worry free

Careless glee in others' eyes,

When I ached all my life

For that feeling to be mine...

Needy and deprived,

I'm still feeling cast aside.

Is it possible to love me?