give me a number, 
the appropriate label,
and compare me to the rest. 

set me aside for a rainy day when you’ve exhausted through your list.

lets face it,
i’m just another: nothing more, nothing less. 

everything i am to you
is that which you can see.

you simplify me down
to something for your frail mind read. 

sometimes I wonder if this feeling is the voice of my own perceived inadequacy?
will someone ever really just love me for me?

label

There are many things I would do, 
If I were you. 
I'd start by loving me, 
for who I am
Not who you want me to be.