I've always known how twisted I was inside.
And I've always looked upon myself in scorn.
I've never been completely sure who my friends are.
I've always hoped that there would be more than this.
But I realized, that having hope?
That was my mistake.
And I've always looked upon myself in scorn.
I've never been completely sure who my friends are.
I've always hoped that there would be more than this.
But I realized, that having hope?
That was my mistake.
I'll never be loved as an equal to the love I've given out.
I'll always be the third wheel.
I've always known I was ugly and twisted in every way.
I just didn't want to admit it.
It was my own fault, thinking I could be who I wanted to be.
I'll always be stuck like this.
Ugly, hated, and alone...
I was always ready to trust people.
And that in itself is a symbol of my stupidity.
Because you see, I thought that if I trusted someone, they'd trust me.
I thought that maybe, just maybe.
If I tried hard enough, I would be loved.
But I guess I didn't try hard enough?
But what's really funny?
I'm always ready to complain about how worthless I am.
And yet, I hate that I complain.
I live in a nice house, with a loving family.
We're not rich, but we're far from poor.
I've never really been bullied.
I've only been slightly ignored.
So I have a really great life.
But I still find myself like this.
I hate this...
