Why am I not good enough?
Why when you look at me you turn away?
Why when I criticize myself do you not stop me?
Why when I cry you never see me?
Why am I not good enough for you?
Why am I not good enough to talk to you?
Why am I not good enough to hang with you?
Why am I not good enough at the things I love that you tell me to stop?
Why am I not good enough to 'like' a boy?
Why am I not cool enough?
Why am I not perfect?
Why am I not strong?
Why am I here?
Why am I crying?
Why?
Why do you smile so nicely now that I am hiding?
Why do you talk to me like nobody's watching when before you only talked to me when nobody WAS watching?
Why do you say we are friends when you say go away the next day?
What changed?
Did I become nicer?
Did I become less of a nobody just because of that?
Why am I not good enough,
To be myself?