I used to think that I was great.
Only great things in my fate.
I really thought, but then you said,
"Don't try to trick your ugly head."
And so I hung to every word,
Even though quite absurd,
And let you tell me
"You will never, ever be
Good enough to be of worth."
And that, I think, hurt the worst.
And so I have insecurities,
Always nagging like a hive of bees,
Bringing weakness to my knees.
Thank you elders, thank you peers,
Everyone who's brought me tears,
All who said that I'm not fine,
Because of you, my life isn't mine.
