No matter what I will never feel adequate.
I will always be too ugly, too fat, too short.
Regardless of what anyone says, I won't ever agree.
I don't care if it's lies or not.
I know that I'm not up to par.
Everything I know is from life experiences.
If I were worth it, why isn't anyone spending their precious time?
Why am I ignored, overlooked and uninteresting.
Why is everyone else I know having more fun?
Having higher hopes, for even just a week?
I want that feeling of elation.
I want to be called pretty by someone other than the people who love me.
I trust half of what they say, but I'm not on the same boat.
Nor am I even a close second to them, whatsoever.
I'm in the nosebleed section of the bleachers.
Watching.
Empty.
And alone.
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