World War Me

What am I less then they are?

They always told me what they thought of me and were always harsh against me
I always cried and wanted them to see the real me, started believing them
Feeling bad and feeling less then they are

But, why should I?

I am who I am, I am unique in my way, special by the way I am. I ain't perfect, but they aren't either. Yes I have bad days, but so do they. Yes I cry, but so do they. Yes I feel lonely, but so do they. Yes I can have bad points at school, but so do they. Yes I only got 1 real friend, but so do they.

So what is making me less then they are?

Truth? Nothing.