I know I try to act tough for you.
Especially when you have your own problems.
But really, I’m struggling.
I bury my feelings deep cause they aren’t needed.

I trust you, please know I trust you.
I’m just dealing with a hurt from two years ago.
I guess I’m just not the best with feelings.
Please bare with me, just please.

I’ll admit, I’m jealous.
I’m sorry, I really don’t want to be.
You are just so beautiful, and I know everyone thinks so.
I think so, you are as beautiful as a flower in bloom.

Why me?
You could literally have whoever you wanted.
I know I’m ugly.
I know I’m broke.
I know I’m me.
So why me?