I'm insecure
I'm always wrong
I'm usually sad
I think too long
I talk too much
I'm on people's nerves
I get picked on
That's what I deserve
I'm always worried
I cry alot
I don't appreciate
What I got
I'm not perfect
I'm not cool
I make myself
Look like a fool
I'm mentally insane
I have nightmares
I'm not popular
I do get stares
I wear too much eye liner
I have too much black
I'm not good in school
"Friends" talk behind my back
I hate time
I'm antisocial
I feel so numb
I feel artificial
I hurt myself
I write depressing poems
About how much I hate
Those stupid little clones
I get called names
which I don't mind
But when I die
They will find
I promise things
That don't stay true
I sometimes lie
To hear "I love you"
I just felt lonely, see
I used to cut
I stopped now
Because the door has been shut
I won't let you hurt me
I know better
Don't judge me
Because of this letter
I love my family
But me, not yet
I'm imperfectly me
There's no need to fret
