I seem to forget that I'm not good enough for you
That I'm not pretty enough
Not tall enough
My hairs not long enough
My smile isn't big enough
My eyes aren't bright enough
My clothes aren't right
I don't listen to the right music
I don't wear enough makeup
Im not the definition of what you all think of as 'normal'
I don't buy the right things
Like the right things
Have my hair the right way
Have the right bag
It seems I do everything wrong
I wonder
Will I ever be good enough for you
Or if I am
Will I still care
DU LIEST GERADE
is it still a joke now?
PoetryThe utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
