She had a hard time accepting her self worth
Not that they could see it
They thought that her struggle
Was her inability to see any of her flaws
But the contradiction in their thoughts
Was quite remarkable
For they only found imperfection
With her perfection
They didn't like that she had a higher standard
And they hated who she was
Because she was a good person.
They hated that they could never find any bad thing about her
Between the personality and looks and brains
They couldn't find a single flaw
Between the smiles and the laughter
And brilliance and glamour
It was a wonder they couldn't pick out the insecurities in her confidence
She didn't believe she was all that great
She was no Cleopatra
No Persephone
No Cinderella
She viewed herself as a side character
The only explanation for her existence
Was the effort she'd give
To become the girl she wished she was
She already accepted her flaws
Her mistakes
Her imperfections
But she couldn't accept the good she did
She didn't think she was kind enough
She didn't think she was pretty enough
She didn't think she was smart enough
Despite the goodness they saw in her
She thought she was incapable of being a good person
She thought she was corrupt if she couldn't make someone smile
She didn't believe her sacrifices would keep her from hell
She knew that one day she'd get there
But in the moment she wasn't there
No matter how many lives she changed
Or people she brightened
Or how much kindness she radiated
Nothing could ever tame the dissatisfaction
Of not being the person she had wanted to become
But she'll never be that person
If she never lets her self worth be enough
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Thơ caI write poetry. So you're good? I didn't say that. I write poetry. So you can rhyme? I don't always. I write poetry. So you tell stories? Every time.
