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  • Writer's pictureParker Press

Good Enough

I

will never

be good enough.


How often does that lie echo in your brain?

Even when your friends make

mistaKes,

You love them

all the same.


I

hate

myself.


Why is it so hard to love yourself as you are?

You’re a hypocrite

preaching the golden rule.

Your friends wouldn’t recognize you

if they knew how you spoke to the mirror.


I’m

disgustingly

ugly


How could you say that?

They wouldn’t recognize

the person you see either.

For they only see their friend–-

beautiful, and perfectly imperfect.


I

hate

what I see


What if they knew what you saw?

They just might cry.

It would bring them to tears—

to know

you’re preaching lies.


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