IMPERFECT

Is It All Even Worth It?

People sometimes ask me

Why I walk alone on the playground

By myself

I tell them that I'm bored

And usually they scoff at me and walk away

That hurts a little.

I'm cold, all the time

Truth is that I miss him with every fiber in my being

I love him

And he doesn't love me.

They often stare at me

And laugh at me

Based on what I'm wearing that day

Sometimes they whisper behind my back

And say secrets that I never wanted anyone to know

I never knew

That being yourself

Could hurt so much

That loving yourself

Could be so hard

Because honestly

Is it all even worth it?