They don’t really like you.
They are only being nice because of who your family is.
They’re using you.
You’re not good enough to have real friends.
How could you possibly think you were good enough?
You’re too weird.
One day when your family doesn’t matter they’ll drop you with a snap of their fingers,
Your mom doesn’t love you.
She has every reason not to.
You’re your father’s kid, girl,
Just having the same genes as him could probably get you kicked out.
You ***** up to much, such a disappointment.
She has plenty of kids, you and your brothers aren’t needed to make this family work.
She has a handpicked child, and two more that are perfect,
Red hair, taller, bigger, better, and simply not a McKay.
Wait just a second!
He doesn’t actually think you’re pretty.
You know you’re **** and the glasses make it worse.
He is tricking you.
No one will ever truly like you.
You’re not pretty enough, smart enough, cool enough.
Face it, you are just one big fat fraud.
And even if someone actually did like you,
They would change their mind quickly because you’re messed up.
I hope you know, everything is your fault!
God gave up on you, that’s why I tell you not to pray, you are beyond repair.
Your parents’ divorce, not having friends, not being pretty, me, it’s all your fault.
I’m in here screaming at the top of my lungs, diverting your attention, because of you.
And I will never leave, in fact, as you grow up, day by day I’ll add.
Self-doubt, Anxiety, Depression, Loneliness.
And they won’t leave either.
We will always be here, reminding you that you’re a failure, and won’t ever be enough.
...Until you stop trying...
You need to learn to control us!
We won’t know how to save you.
We’ve eaten out your soul, making you stop doing what you love and need to do.
We can’t stop, but we don’t want it to go too far.
One day you’re going to have yet another panic attack,
Shaking, crying, and screaming out while your heart starts to combust, falling into what we say,
And suddenly you’ll go through with the plan you’ve always thought of but were too scared to do.
We’ve given you reasons of things not to do, but that day we might not be able to pull through.
One day it will be too late, and because of us, you don’t have anyone who will help you.