I wanna ask Allah Almighty - who is up there - and everywhere - why am I never good enough?
Always the comparison. Always the compared. I feel walls and free spaces crushing me. Grow. Grow. Grow. Why do I need to grow the way others do?
Even if I am flawed can I not be loved for me - my sake? Even if I'm untidy, childish and socially challenged do I need to change? Be someone else?
I hate the way I am looked at.
I hate the way I am always in adequate.
I hate me - period.
I hate the way I am always in adequate.
I hate me - period.
I hate that I was invented.
These are my sad feelings. They are quite me in the true. Why did Allah Almighty invent me to hear the words "They are this why are you not like that..." or "She's stupid..." or "She's so freaking weird...."
The world has shunned me.
Maybe....I should shun the world....?
What do I do....?
