What Do You Think?

What I really wanted to ask was, "How do you feel about me?" I always ask, "What do you think," or, "Is this good enough," just to relieve the unacceptance of being rejected. To prove to my conscience wrong. To confirm one aspect of my life to be correct in the public's eyes. To look sane and unneedy. To look normal. But, what I really wanted to ask was, "What do you think of me?" Honestly. Anything you have to say. Just pour it out onto me. I can't bear the uncertainty, whether this relationship we have is one sided or mutual. No matter what stage our relationship is at, whether a friend, a lover or merely an acqaintence, I want to know. I just want to be accepted, but this silence, this ignorant void of nonsense, tears my heart apart. Being unable to fully comprehend your thoughts, I can't bear it. Yet, I'm too afraid to ask. For fear of rejection, humiliation and loneliness. Please. Oh, please. Help me out of this loop. I have spun for far too long.