Never Good Enough.
How did my life change from being a cool kid to being a social reject
Did I unknowingly commit social suicide
Was I unwillingly tried and thrown in the dungeon of unpopularity
Why did I never get a chance to take the stand and let them hear my testimony

I don't even know who 'they' are
Yet they have decided my trivial fate on the social wheel
They had to be close enough to me to figure out that I did not
Could not fit in
They had to know me enough to make me feel this lonely
I must have been friends with 'them'
Friends
I don't remember what this is
How this looks
Why this is needed
Or if I ever had this
I don't care about popularity, I don't care period.
What I want to know is how I got here.
To this point
Where when I breakdown, there's no one who sees that I am broken
Falling apart on silver blades
Stained red
Wielded with insecurities
Invited by my yearning flesh
Was I that much of an inconsequential person, that my existence
Or rather my absence went unnoticed
I always came to the conclusion that I'm not pretty enough
Or skinny enough
Or loud enough
And that's why 'they' don't me
Because I couldn't conform
To senseless conversation and shameless gossip

Anyway, all that doesn't matter anymore
Because I found out a while ago
*Cool Kids Do Die