They say cracks let the light in
but really they just let the blood out.
My luck with life is bad
but I remained unshattered.
Unloved was my natural state after all.
Everything made me hate myself,
loathing everything I did
because I wasn’t good enough.
I never made the A team
and my A’s should’ve been A+’s
and the 99% should have been 100
my one wrong answer should’ve been none
my tangled hair should be straight and smooth
my acne covered skin should be clear
my full stomach should’ve been flat
my arms should be stronger
my legs should be thinner
my brain should be dumber
my mouth should be quieter.
Nothing I ever did was enough.
I was an easy target
because how are you supposed to love somebody
who doesn’t love themself?