I feel like everybody already is

Who they are supposed to be.

Even though I know this is not true.

I know everyone battles

Their own insecurities.

So why can't I convine myself,

That I am not alone?

Why do I isolate myself?

And tell myself that no matter what I do,

It will never be enough?

The only thing I convince myself of

Is how much everybody hates me,

Of how I must wear my mistakes like a mask,

To let people know the truth.

I convince myself

That I am a sterotype;

A "sad teen with a happy face".

I know I'm more than that,

So why can't I convince myself

That that is enough?

Why do I sit here and write this cliche poetry?

If you can call it that.

I'm not a pessimist.

I'm just scared.

And I am so tired of feeling this way.