how is it fair
that everyone else
fits in
but I don't.
how is it fair
that everyone else
is happy
but I'm not.
how is it fair
that everyone else
knows what they want to be
but I don't.
how is it fair
that everyone else
is in a relationship
but I'm not.
sorry that I'm not pretty enough
sorry that I'm not funny enough
sorry that I'm not interesting enough
sorry that I'm not good enough
for you.
not as deep as it sounds, something somebody said earlier made me think about the little things that are universally worried about during teenage years and this poem happened lol