there are days when i feel unworthy,
for every effort i put in,
im always insignificant.
for all the tears and scars i went through,
i cannot gain a full title of being understanding.
i get jealous, i am not an angel,
i failed, i am not the best student,
different things,
and i cannot succeed in both.
sometimes i try too hard in many aspects,
fighting for dreams that i long for,
but it is never enough,
because through everything that i had done and are willing to do,
i
still
feel
worthless.
my mask is too thin,
but i promise to wear a thicker mask,
i'll laugh but cry when im alone.
this may sound ridiculous,
but trust me when i say,
depression is silent,
and that depression...
is the wolf that i ought to feed,
every solitary moments.