This time is not my own.
I have nothing yet all I want is nothing.
This is all I am good for is to just be.
I walk around thinking I am doing good.
Then deep down my self-worth is nowhere to be found.
I cannot look into the mirror knowing that person is looking back at me.
I do not know me.
I do no think I am good looking.
I do not think I can stand with everyone.
I do not think that I can love.
I do not think that I could ever be love.
These are my crosses to bear.
The things that keep me up at night.
The same things that hear my midnight cries.
I just cannot be me.
The true is I just do not like me.
Misconception 