You want to know why I won't take a risk?
You want to know why it's so easy to miss
The little things I would do or what I say or feel
When you can't even pretend to be real?
You seem to enjoy bringing me down,
Hurting me even when you aren't around.
Leaving me crying, screaming your name
And sitting here without you isn't the same
Because even though I know it's not fair
And I know that you really, truly don't care
I can't help but think of you late at night.
I can't help but think that this isn't right.
So I wish for the past to become present again
And I'm subject to every last little whim
Of my mind as I follow each thought
To its end just to see all that I'm not.
I'm not pretty.
Not perfect.
Not smart.
Not enough.
"I'm not worthy."
Is the only sentence I hear
In whispers that curl and tickle my ear.
I'm not worth the time,
The effort,
The love.
I used to believe all those lies in the lines above.
About the Creator
Anna J
just a kid who loves to write
~why do we measure our success with someone else’s ruler?~
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