I've tried everything I could,
Even tried a little harder,
But wasn't able to please,
Every human being on the planet that doesn't seem pleased with who I am.
My parents: I'm sorry my grades aren't wonderful,
I'm sorry I make mistakes,
I'm sorry I'm an embarrasment.
My friends: I'm sorry I take advantage of you,
I'm sorry I'm not easy to deal with,
I'm sorry I'm not perfect.
My teachers: I'm sorry I'm not a straight-A student,
I'm sorry I get lazy,
I'm sorry I lose focus in class and waste your time.
Honestly,
I could never get it right.
Nothing was ever enough,
For anyone.
Not even the strangers I walk by in the school halls,
or the cute boy living next door.
But I guess I'll have to face the fact that I'll never be perfect,
I'll have to realize that pleasing everyone comes after pleasing myself,
But what's the point when the only thing that'll make me happy nowadays,
Is the feeling of being wanted,
Of being significant and important to someone's life.
The reassurance that I'm not just some ******* up teenager,
Walking among the rest.
But hey,
We can't all get what we want can we?
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
I've tried everything I could,
Even tried a little harder,
But wasn't able to please,
Every human being on the planet that doesn't seem pleased with who I am.
My parents: I'm sorry my grades aren't wonderful,
I'm sorry I make mistakes,
I'm sorry I'm an embarrasment.
My friends: I'm sorry I take advantage of you,
I'm sorry I'm not easy to deal with,
I'm sorry I'm not perfect.
My teachers: I'm sorry I'm not a straight-A student,
I'm sorry I get lazy,
I'm sorry I lose focus in class and waste your time.
Honestly,
I could never get it right.
Nothing was ever enough,
For anyone.
Not even the strangers I walk by in the school halls,
or the cute boy living next door.
But I guess I'll have to face the fact that I'll never be perfect,
I'll have to realize that pleasing everyone comes after pleasing myself,
But what's the point when the only thing that'll make me happy nowadays,
Is the feeling of being wanted,
Of being significant and important to someone's life.
The reassurance that I'm not just some ******* up teenager,
Walking among the rest.
But hey,
We can't all get what we want can we?
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