Do I like myself?

Not really.

Most of the time I just put up with myself

I don’t think anything I say really matters

I don’t say much of anything anymore

Not anything to identify how I feel about things

It doesn’t really matter

I don’t know why everyone else’s feelings matter, but I know mine don’t

My feelings have never mattered and they never will

And I can’t like myself until I’m worthwhile

Which I know will never happen

I wonder what it’s like to matter?

What it means to be wanted

Sometimes it’s hard to see how everyone else matters

It’s not any different from when I knew if I disappeared no one would notice

They’d just go on with their lives without me

I’m not sure anyone would even miss me

I wonder what the point of it all is?

Why am I nobody?

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