” What’s wrong with me?”
That was always her thought
That’s what she thought when people called her ugly
That’s what she thinks when she looks in the mirror
That’s what she thinks when she lies in bed at night
“Why doesn’t anyone love me?”
That was a question that haunted her mind
She thought that when she was laughing with her friends
She thought that when she was crying in the bathroom
She thought that when she was hurting herself
” Why am I all alone?”
That’s what she thinks when she’s surrounded by people
That’s what she thinks when she’s wearing the painted smile she’s worked so hard to perfect.
That’s what she thinks all the damn time
She knows she will always be alone.
She knows she will never be loved.
She knows she’s too messed up for anyone to actually care.
The most painful part of it all, isn’t that she knows.
The most painful part is that she pretends to be okay.
She pretends she is the happiest person in the world.
She pretends she doesn’t need anyone else to make her happy.
She pretends she is confident.
The most painful but is that she smiles just to stop the tears from falling.
The most painful part is that she laughs, but she wants to cry.
Seems like you & I have a lot in common.
Unfortunately.
Fortunately, we’ve both found a common outlet to release those life experiences.
Nicely penned.