I’m never satisfied with myself
Why’s that?
Am I not enough
Supposedly not good enough?
Am I just tired?
Rather not satisfied with my life?
Is it life or myself?
I hate myself
I know that, instead I choose to act like I don’t
Does everyone else see it?
I’m suffering, does anyone know?
Is it obvious?
Can you tell?
Rather they choose not to?
Is it because they hate me too?
I thought they loved me.
I don’t think my family likes me
I’m like the black sheep in a heard of white sheep
I stick out
I don’t like that.
I want to fit in
I want to love myself
I need to love myself
If he loved me, would I be better?
Am I just sick of myself?
Rather instead sick of my life?
For I am not well
Enough I said, but you continued
You continue to say despicable things about me
Was I never enough for you?
I’m not enough for myself, how could I be enough for someone else
For I am not and never will be good enough for anyone
Not even myself