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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