Not good enough
Not a beauty
The look on her face. God, as if I'm some kind of insect you wish would fly off.
I just don't know why. And what I did to get it. Am I so insignificant? Am I that annoying and boring and pitifully?
Why the other one didn't let me know?
Why do THEY ALL just think i'm some kind of a rat you can tramp on.
And suggest other rats for,
because I can never have something GOOD,
I can never be with anyone good,
All I need is the renmates of others.
Because of my skin.
Because I'm not good enough,
because i'm not a beauty.
So they laugh at me.
As if I don't feel bad enough.
They don't believe me.
It's going to be so sad when I'll be alone.
They won't laugh then.
I'll be the one to laugh.
And to cry.