I'm too nice.
I let people walk all over me.
Talk to me how they want,
or not treat me right in general.
When I tell them no,
leave me alone, or stop,
I become the villain.
I become the mean one.
I'm too smart.
I'm a know it all.
I don't have to study for tests,
or try very hard in school.
When I pretend to be unintelligent,
I don't reach my full potential,
I get terrible grades,
and I don't learn.
I'm too fat.
I am considered obese,
I work out, and try to eat healthy,
but it's always one or the other extreme.
When I starve my self,
fast, or exercise excessively,
People worry and demand I stop.
"Stop losing weight, eat some mc donalds."
I'm too sad.
I have depression and anxiety.
They don't like dealing with me,
"Just stop sulking you're fine."
When I act happy, lively and cheerful,
everyone is fooled, but all that sadness is just,
so suppressed, and at night when no one can see,
I break down so much, I don't know how my facade returns.
Maybe that's just life,
or the society we all live in.
Double standards are so horrendous,
Why do they exist at all.
-Ath
