Someone Tell Me

What's wrong with me?

This question has circled my identity.

Like the moon orbits the earth.

Sometimes it pulls at my heart.

Other times there's no trace of it.

What's wrong with me?

But really, someone tell me.

You're not good enough.

You talk too much.

You're obnoxious.

You're too loud.

You're too emotional.

You're too opinionated.

You're not as pretty.

You're a bitch.

You're too much.

So it's been said.

Second choice.

Second option.

Second best.

There's always something better.

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I know that all of this isn't true.

But I have believed it over and over.

This is how I've felt my entire life.

Worthless.

At my core.

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So someone tell me.

What's right with me?