Uncomfortable in my Own Skin

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I've never really been comfortable enough to be myself around people

Even when I was a young and hopeful child

Because at some point, I stopped being that hopeful child

I stopped because my parents got divorced

I stopped because we moved too many times

I stopped because I got ripped away from my friends over and over and over again

I stopped because children are cruel

No matter the age

By the age of six I had already been exhausted

And when I turned 7 I vaguely remembered that happy childhood

And after that I was too mature for the children my age and too annoying for the older kids

I was always alone

I never truly fit in

My clothes were too different

I physically matured too quickly

And after that I had gained so much weight

My hair was messy and my face too fat

So I either pull it back or left it down and put on baggy clothing to cover up the fact

It didn't help

It never helped

My eyebrows were and still are uneven, my eyes too small

My lips altered and turn ugly with a single smile

My teeth too crooked

And my eyes sight so horrible that I have to wear glasses

I couldn't go anywhere without being called four eyes

Uncomfortable in my clothes

Uncomfortable in my home

Uncomfortable at school

I had always tried to make friends but it was a moot point

Because friends don't last forever

Even if they promised you that they'd stay

I always got so attached

I had always hoped, "This one, this one will stay, they promised'"

Only for that promise to be continuously broken

Over and over again

Until finally, I just stopped believing them
- I got uncomfortable when people made them

And now...

Now

I'm the one breaking promises

I'm the one that leaves

Cause I'm too afraid to be left again

So I leave before the other person can

And I think

God I hate myself

I hate myself so much

Cause I don't want to be like this

I don't want to leave others the way that people have left me

I don't want to do that

But people are impatient

Because I stopped believing them

I got uncomfortable when someone told me that they cared about me

Because they never meant it

I hate myself for being so broken

I hate that I want to keep in touch with friends but I can't because I'm so fucking fragile

I'm trying

Please believe me

I'm trying

Trying to get better

Trying to text back

Trying to fight my demons

Even though it seems like my mind is under attack

Uncomfortable with my voice

Uncomfortable with my body

Uncomfortable with myself

And it's all I'll ever try to do to just talk to somebody

But my words never seem to come out the way I want them to

Stuttering through simple sentences while trying to express what I'm feeling in the hope that people will understand

I'm trying

But with all my flaws and issues

How am I suppose to?

How am I suppose to be comfortable?

Comfortable in my own skin?

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