Me In My Own Words

I feel useless and lonely. No one listens
To me. I'm the unique self harmer or
So they say. I'm as beautiful as a rose;
Do they know they die away? What am
I to you? A normal teen, you say?

Let's try this again, I burn myself, and
Starve myself. I'm too quiet, you see?
I'm emo, or as they labeled me. I'm in
Love with a boy the opposite of me, I
Cry a night, I don't feel good enough for
The world. Everyone is better than me.

Here's what I think I'm an ugly, scarred
Girl who's driving for a little attention. I
Have no 15 minutes of fame, my glory is
Failure, I couldn't meet the standards, I'm
Useless in life, people don't notice me.

So, I'll pick up this eraser, and dream of
Disappearing while the friction works in
On my skin, peeling it away. I dream of
Fading into dismay. The skin is gone, the
Pain sets in. I'm sorry that I'm not perfect...
It's just...how do I compete...against those
Perfect, pretty girls?