Why aren’t I enough?
Is it because my elbows are too dry
or because my fingers are too short?
Is it the minor scar above my right eye
or because my acne rivals a high schooler?
Is because little toe is double-jointed?
or because my feet are as cracked as fresh brownies?
Is it because of the minor overbite
or that my lips chap no matter how often I reapply?
Is it that my belly button is an innie?
or that the rest of my belly is an outie?
Is it because I forgot to shave the back of my knees
or because I’m too insecure to get a wax?
Is it because I have the dreaded cankles
or because I dare to wear shorts in public?
Is it because I have stretch marks
or is it because my tan marks reflect my confidence that day?
Is it because my boobs might actually be too big
or because they get in the way when I hug?
Is It because I took the time to make al list
or because I’m still not good enough?
I am kinder than most. Lots of people are kind, You are not special.
I am Positive.
yeah. Positively worthless.
I am optimistic.
Why? What’s good in your life?
I am supportive.
You can help everyone but yourself. Ironic.
I am compassionate.
Too bad no one wants you to love them
I am caring.
Nobody needs you to care about them.
I am helpful.
Not really. You just mess things up.
I am friendly.
Too friendly. No one wants you around.
I am different.
Is that supposed to be a good thing.
I am independent.
That’s the same thing as lonely right?
I am trying?
Why bother? Just give up.It’ll never be enough.
Look in the mirror
and what do I see?
All the reasons
no one will ever
want to love me.
My chin is round.
My face is lumpy.
My fat rolls make
me far to bumpy.
My lips are chap.
My teeth are not straight.
Is it really a wonder
I’ll never find a date?
My image is too wide.
My arms have fat that flaps.
I waddle, not walk,
each step my thigh claps.
My stomach is attrocious.
My legs have no appeal.
I’m going to die alone.
I’m only being real.
I wish I was pretty.
Guys always go for the pretty girls.
They never settle for girls that are nice.
If they’re both that’s a plus,
but it’s never just because they’re nice.
I wish I was pretty,
but I’m not. I’m the nice girl.
I get overlooked because I’m not enough.
I wish I was pretty
so I could finally be good enough
to deserve to be loved.