I look at other people\'s life with a longing sigh,
They seem to enjoy it, they are a better person than me.
I wish so desperately to be something like that,
But then I look in the mirror and see what everyone else can see.
High-strung and brazen, rude and manipulative,
A devil in the making, not the \'angel\' for someone to see.
People text me numerous nicknames but we know I don\'t deserve it,
If only they could see what I see, would they even glance at me?
I\'m not polite, no. That\'s not my quality.
But how on Earth does that make me a person not loving?
They say you\'re in school, you\'ll get over it, you\'ll never be as lonely.
How do I tell them, honey, it\'s my life you\'re defining?
I\'ve lived not long, just a tender 14.
But I can still feel my heartstrings being tugged,
When I see how better off people are without me.
How do I tell them hello and goodbye?
Yeah, when you read it, the poem\'s pretty depressing.
But I am not a songwriter who can put a pretty tune to it.
To someone who barely gives a crap about me,
Why do I give them everything?
Why am I not like everyone else?
Those who can smile and pretend everything\'s fine?
I wish I could be polite to those I wanna hit with a hammer,
But like I said, I don\'t have such finer qualities.
\"Love me or hate me\" Yeah, that works for me.
Because otherwise you\'ll look at me like I\'m nothing.
I probably am, but should someone else know it?
After all, I\'m a person who is just not worth loving?
-InsanelyHilarious