I'm not a perfect person
I'm not a beautiful person either
But…
I am clumsy.
I mess up every single day of my life
I'm a disappointment to my parents
I'm a mistake
And yet they ask me,
“What is wrong with you? Why are you always sad? Why do you always fuck up everything?“
I simply reply,
“I don't know why I'm like this. You think i like being like this? Always fucking up. Always being so clumsy. Always being a disappointment to the family. Always being told that I'm not good enough. You don't think that I sit in bed and think about why god made me like this? Like god tell me, what is my purpose? Why did you make me like this? Why can't I ever make anyone happy? Why can't I do anything right? Someone explain this to me. Cause I swear I'm about to explode and if I explode, then that might be the last you hear of me. The last time you see me. Cause, I've been asking myself all these questions since the fifth grade. And I'm still lost. I'm lost like a deer in the headlights not knowing which way to go. Who do I turn to? Everyone has turned me down when I asked for help.
And…
What do they tell me?
They tell me to suck it up and stop crying and stop being so over dramatic about nothing.
So there I am bottling up everything and acting like everything is ok.
And trust me when I say this,
The bottle is almost about to overflow. And when it overflows,
Well…
That's the end of me.
About the Creator
Leia Sandoval
I know there's evil in the world but, I'd like to believe there's still some good in people. And it might surprise you of the results you get.
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