I don't feel life is worthwhile anymore
I don't feel that anyone cares,
Much less want or love me.
I'm happy sometimes, really I am.
But when I'm alone at night
After a nightmare
It's different.
Sometimes it just got so hard
So difficult to be happy
To ignore the teasing and the mockery.
Every year there's always someone
Someone who manages to leave a permanent scar
So painful that even years later
I can still feel it.
And the fear of failure haunts me
The fact that someone always yells at me
For being a selfish brat and doing it my way.
Something in me withers and dies every time.
I guess that's when I started telling myself
I was a shitty excuse of a human, just a bitch.
Nothing I do will ever amount to anything.
Nothing I do will ever show the real me.
Nothing will prove that I exist as me and not a stuck up asshole.
