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- Why does it seem
- like no matter what I do
- people still hate me
- no matter how much I try to help
- I'll always be an asshole
- to the ones I want so desperately
- to be received by.
- Whenever I try
- to change the perspective
- I can never find the words
- and the fear and frustration
- come to life inside my head
- and fill my mouth with things
- better left unsaid
- Why don't you understand
- I try to explain
- but even when they finally get it
- I don't even know
- how I reached that point
- and so next time
- I start all over again
- and again
- and again
- And for some reason
- I just can't quite accept
- the people around me
- who actually care
- and time and again
- I end up pushing them away
- because there's just no way
- that I can be me
- and still be loved
- When I get lonely
- I try to find
- someone out there who can help
- and who I can help as well
- but then my brain reminds me
- of all the social anxiety
- bottled up in there
- and I stare
- a thousand miles away
- wishing I could be
- somewhere else
- anywhere else but here.
- And so I leave
- alone
- and anxiety vanishes
- because it's estranged relative
- is walking in the door
- and I feel sad
- like I didn't do enough
- like I ruined someone's day
- like no matter what I try
- I still can't measure up
- and find a way
- to not be hated
- even if the only one
- who is cold enough to say it
- is me
- And so I sleep
- because at least when I'm asleep
- I can enjoy being alone
- away from my thoughts
- and the struggles inside of me
- because sleep is the short death
- that keeps me sane enough
- to avoid the other.
- But when I wake up
- I still try
- again
- and again
- and again
- knowing I'll mess it up
- knowing I'll ruin it
- because if I can make just one person happy
- and know their day was better
- because I was there
- then maybe that day
- was worth being alive
- maybe
- it was worth the pain
- of all the times I failed
- Maybe the best
- that anyone can ever do
- is to make sure
- that when they finally leave
- people will look back
- and remember
- all the little moments
- where their day was better
- because of something
- someone else did
- and maybe
- even after I'm gone
- I can find some way
- to keep making people's days
- just a little bit brighter.
- I think I'd like that.
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