I stare in the mirror and ask, myself why are you here?
I thought the world would match my dreams,
But reality turned out opposite.
I don’t think i’m good enough at anything.
If there was another word for delusional,
It would be my name.
And if there was another name for procrastination,
It would still be me.
My friends say I’m enough.
They don’t see what i see.
I see the cracks and I don’t believe them.
Or maybe I’m the one who can’t see clearly.
But not everyone is the same.
Don’t tell them i wrote this.
They’ll just call it dramatic.
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