I can't stand to be around myself for long
I'm always doing something wrong
I talk too much
I talk to little
I'm excited over nothing
I'm sullen
I let them use me
I didn't offer them any help
I told to much about me
I shouldh've let them know more
I shouldn't pity myself
I should give me some sympothy
Always right... a Know-it-all
Always wrong a dummy
I'm too much of everytning
Too young
Too old
Too tall
Too stupid
Too smart
Too fatt
Too nice
Too mean
Too full of me
Always.... always differnt
But never... never ever good enough
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