Sometimes, I simply hate who I am
Not just who I have made myself to be,
but how I havent had much of the choice the way I am.
It's almost unfair, in my sense.
Everyone around me has what they want
All they ever dreamed up
All that teenage life is stereotipically seen.
Everyone, except me.
Unfortunately, I'm kinda confused about whether it's my own self that's choosing how I live,
Or if fate simply doesn't like me.
I try so hard.
I think I'm getting so close
But then..
I'm wrong.
and Everyone around me is happier and has what I want the most.
The temptation is eating me away.
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