Why am I never good enough?
Why is it that always
I can only be a friend?
Why is that everyone sees me
As a piece of dirt under their feet
Something to tread on and just
Forget it was ever there?

Why do they all break my heart?
I put it back together
Each time more shaky
And fragile than the last
And then someone else comes along
And poof
There it goes again.

Why do I have to be so weak?
Why am I such a coward?
Why do I hurt everyone
And wonder why I do?
Why am I so stupid
So dense and naive that
Nothing can get through to me
Everything just floats until
I pop the bubble and
Hurt us all over again?

Why do I so desperately
Keep seeking love
When all I ever find
Is pain, sorrow and despair.

Why do I lose to my friends?
Why is it that they
Are -always- so much more
Appealing than me
Nicer and funnier
And smarter and happier
Why do I have to be me?
Can't I be somebody else?
I'm tired of me
Somebody please
Take me away from it all
I don't want to be here
Anymore
Somebody kill me

You'll just be doing everyone else a favour.


Isabel

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Khepary, in the year 93 MA.