Everyday
I wake up
I promise myself
Today I'll be cool
Today I'll be
Untouchable
Irresistible
PerfectEveryday
I walk out the door
I start off greatBut I can't pretend
To be something I'm not
I break
I'm not cool
I'm not perfect
Hell im not remotely closeI can't pretend
I'm a bad actor
They say
Fake it till you make it
But what if I can't fake it?What if this is all I'm ever going to be?
A loser?
Someone that's not attractive enough
But also not smart enough
An alien
An unbalanced hybrid
Trying to pretend
But
Failing
Failing
So badEveryone sees right through me
They know
They all know
That my talent
is not a strong beam
focused on one thing only
Instead it is
Small rays of light
Scattered
On many things
Never good enoughThey know
I'm good enough to be played with
But never good enough for commitmentGood enough for a sports team
But not good enough for first stringGood enough with writing
But not good enough to be famousIf you feel sorry for me
Don't
I don't even deserve pity
Because after all
Some people
Have it worse.
YOU ARE READING
Bare.
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