I want to be good. Yes. I am quite insecure. Just now, I met someone so extremely gorgeous and has a beautiful mind and a voice that's soothing and angel like. I was insecure I so wanted to be her. She sang like there's nothing to be afraid of. Unlike me. I sang like my anxiety. My voice is unsteady and my skin, all pale and white. I wanted to be good at something. No. I wanted to be best. I wanted to be called talented. I wanted to be called gorgeous and beautiful and alluring. And I want people to look at me like how those people looked at her. But I wasn't her. Everybody's eyes were watching her. They watched me too. All I saw was disappointment and shame. I was ashamed I wanted to die. I beg you and take me away. Far, far away from this place. Make me one with the stars. I don't mind if i don't shine as bright as the others. I dont mind, just take me away. I don't think I can go any further. Take me away.
A/N: I want to be good at everything. Why do I have to Ruin everything good? I don't like it. I don't like me.
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