I’m not cool like you.
I cover myself up.

I’m not smart like you.
I’m ignorant and stupid and ineloquent and unintelligent

I don’t care about stereotypes.
I’m not thinking in the standard sense.

You’re amazing.
I’m not.

I wish to take your advice.
But I can’t.
I’m scared.
And I fear, not death, but fear itself.
And I fear discovery and pity.

You don’t.
I can’t stand this.
How did you?

Why do I complain and expect so much?
I wish to be normal

You’re amazing
I don’t deserve you as a friend
Or as you might say, anything else

It’s like that quote:

“she’s quiet to her classmates,
she’s fun to her friends,
she’s awesome to her best friend,
she’s amazing to her boyfriend,
but to herself....?
she’s worthless”

I don’t know if I can say that....
But I only cant because I know I shouldn’t

And everyone says its untrue.

Even you.

I always complain.
What’s wrong with me?!

Everything.