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