Why am I naive but never nice?
Why am I failing but never trying?
Why am I a villain but never the victim?
Why am I breathing but never a fighter?
Why am I betraying but never the betrayed?
Why am I smart but never enough?
Why am I fitting in but never myself?
Why am I helping, but no one helps me?
Why am I some thing but never that thing?
Why am I fake but never real?
Why am I used but never useful?
Why am I getting used to things, but no one does the same for me?
Why do people expect me to be someone I'm not while they are who they are? Am I too weak, too emotional, too annoying, too scared, too unrealistic, not seeing something? Or maybe it's my fault..
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