How long till you get fed up?

I should have known,
I didn't,
Now I won't.

You know,

There was one dress, Hun!!

The happiness I felt when I wore it and spun.

But they said I didn't look pretty, 

Oh! That comment falls in my ear often.

I cried to keep it to myself even though it was mine,

But they won.

They snatched it and gave it to her, 

I hoped someone would understand but no one...

You need to be pretty to be loved, that's how I learned.

That's how it all began. 

So, I never know how to act right.

If I had given that to her,

Would I have been loved or I might...

I'm always at war, 

surviving, 

trying to be more.

But I don't know why I'm trying?

What for?

So, I always mess things up.

Like the glass of water clattering in my hand,

Because I'm trying to hold,

It always splats or spoils.

Trying to latch onto you,

Because I feel seen, 

And I don't know what this mean.

But am I bothering?

Oh! I must be.

Am I suffocating thee? 

Does my presence suffocate you?
NO??

Eventually, it will. 

Because I'm not made to be loved,

we can just hope...

Don't worry,

I know,

It is because of me.

It is because of me.

It is because of me.

It is because of me.

It is because of me.

It is because of me.

It is because of me.

It is because of me.

It is...

me..........

I don't know maybe.