i just realised how insignificant i am.

its ridiculous that i actually thought that i was different from everyone else.

im just the same as everyone else-
just as deceiving, attention-wanting.
im not a big deal.
i was never SOMEONE.
i just realised that whatever had been was just a facade.
and whatever i wanted was just a fantasy.
i think everyone's got the wrong idea of me.
in fact- i dont think anyone knows the real me.

cause im just showing whatever i want people to see.

im just plain disappointed with myself.
im unable to make others happy.
and im unable to help in any way.
and i usually make things worse.

i hate how life is.
how everything is such a challenge.
how i have to struggle to survive.
how im forced to COPE when i simply cant.
how everyone expects so much of me.

and how i disappoint everyone.

im made up of blood and flesh, plus my mum's looks.
and my parents' temper.
and a whole load of deception and lies.

thats ME.