I wouldn't, I know

I try to stop being rude and to shrug things off, but it's difficult to do all of this when I feel like I'm not good enough. I know I get upset, I know I rant and scream, but all I want to do is wake up from this dream.

I'll never be as attractive, loving, and radiant as Vicki.

I'll never be like Markee, whose diligence is always evident; like Crystal, who is meticulous; like Madison, who consistently outperforms everyone in competition; and like Candace, the newbie in our team.

I can't take their place; I'll never be any of them.


I'm simply another troublemaker with a thousand scams, a teenage girl who has no idea what's going on.

I'm not the prettiest thing to look at, I'm not that talented at dancing, and things don't always go my way.

I'm the one in the family who sobs to sleep at night. I'm the one who, for some strange reason, can never seem to get things right. I'm the one who feels unwelcome and loathed by many people. Life cannot go on as it should because I am the one who allowed Vicki to leave, and she would perish as a result.


I'm the one who has the potential to succeed but won't put what I know into practice. I'm the one who writes these things down because I have nowhere else to go. I'm the one who is pacing themselves differently.

When things goes wrong in life, I'm the one who flees. I've been hurting within for almost too long.

I am the one who struggles to express how I truly feel; I am the one who doubts the reality of good things; I am the one who criticizes myself when I take the wrong path; I am the one who has been carrying a heavy burden; I am the one who has tried to change but was unable to do so on my own; and I am the one who is so sorry that I wrote this poem.