Dear Mr. Shoebox,
I know that your name isn't
really Mr. Shoebox,
but I want to explain something.
I've always seek your
validation.
I am not enough in
your eyes.
I guess. I don't know.
You say i'm a good musician.
But my best friend? She can
play just as good as I can
but she does it better.
You favoured her.
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her
Her.
I tried so hard
to please you.
To let you see that
I could be good enough
for you.
But I'm not. I won't be.
Not today
Not tomorrow
Not next week
Or next year.
Because
You don't like me.
It's her her her.
No matter how good I am, it's still her.
Thanks Mr. Shoebox. I can't be good.
YOU ARE READING
The words I wish I would've told you.
Poezieshort words about the things I could've and possibly should've said. THERE WILL BE SENSITIVE CONTENT IN THIS BOOK.
