I'm selfish.
I don't deserve attention.
I'm happy,
With friends.
What does it matter?
It doesn't.
People have it way worse than me.
Starving.
But I'm broken.
Shattered.
Useless.
Hopeless.
Drowning.
Too much.
Too much work.
Too much yelling.
Too much not being enough.
Too much disappointment.
I'm not enough.
I never will be.