What a shame

I wrote this poem a long time ago. I have to be honest: It makes me feel icky. It's dramatic, to say the least. I still love it though. I keep coming back to it. Still holds truth. 

I wrote this poem to represent the feeling of being a confident & secure person while being in a relationship with someone who makes you second guess your worth. I've been in a couple of these situations. It's interesting to be in love with one's self and know one's worth yet still end up with less-than-mediocre lovers. It's a problem I've dealt with for some time. 

Each time I do this to myself it feels...                                    stale.

It feels awfully inadequate. It makes me feel small. Tiny. 

I'm still getting to the root of it. Maybe there's something about my childhood I have yet to look into.

It's self-sabotage with a twinge of ego. 

I'm working on it.

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I am the bright sun, 

I am the glowing moon,

But you are blind 

I am a river, 

I am a lagoon, 

But you can't swim 

I am a mountain, 

With flowing fountains of youth,

But you get old 

I'm a bursting galaxy,

But you don't own a rocket ship

I am a glowing fish in the deep dark sea,

But you could never reach those depths to see

I'm a warm polar bear,

But you confused me for snow 

I am the burning fire that keeps those around it warm,

But you are the one who attempts to put it out