It's exactly 12:32
And im laying in my bed listening to the chirping of the birds
Words in my heart that I can't get out.
But one phrase came up:
Im not proud of myself.
Thats harsh, I know. It's like my life has been one hell of a show, but Ive missed the climax. What's next?
I've been living my life trynna impress, being depressed of not being good enough. Everyday i would wake up and see something else that's wrong, imperfect,
Unpretty.
"you're pretty"
"you're pretty"
"YOU ARE PRETTY"
I shouted trying to convince myself.
I would go cry in the restroom during breaks, because i never seem to fit in. Anywhere. Not at home, not at school, not even at church.
Doesn't it seem familiar. Kinda like the ugly duckling story.
But it's quite the opposite.
Its months later and it's exactly...