not good enough
never have been
will i ever be?
it has been instilled in me
covers of magazines
girls with waists so tiny
family dinner
raving about the golden child
never asking about me
every boy i’ve ever met
getting what they want
then they leave
now even my own eyes
in the mirror
glare back at me
picking out things
calling them flaws
my insecurities
i tell myself disgusting things
words if others said
would make me scream
i’m too ugly
too fat
my personality is boring
my hairs the wrong color
freckles in the wrong place
i don’t even want to be in my personal space
why am i waiting
for someone to come along
someone i feel will prove me wrong
but letting more hurt me
along the way
now i just feel like this is how life will stay
i dislike more than just my physical self
the sound of my voice
how i never go to class
i wish i worked harder
talked louder
talked more
cared about the future
about right now
about me
ive got to move forward
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