Why do I think less
of myself?
why do I always set myself at the lowest standards?
why do I always find myself pleasing others instead of my own self?
why do others happiness matters more than mines?!
walls that took years to be built are let broken in a few days
why do I always find the good in others and not the bad?
Even when I am bitten the snake is always forgiven
trust comes easily to me
But why do I always find myself twisting it .
the love I possessed vanished into thin air...
becoming an empty feeling
that cannot be felt
why do I always find myself scrapping my knees but no one else knees would ever touch the ground for me!..
YOU ARE READING
Not So Sweet Sixteen
Teen Fictionsomeone once told me life wasn't easy but who knew it would break me like this...
