I hate it, I hate it. I don't know what I have to do in order to be human in your eyes again.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
I try to stand up straight, to don dignity as though it were a garment, to act as if I'm pretty. I manage to fool quite a few people. But in the end...desolation. Because you remember my weakness, my flaws, you see through it all....and I never, ever, feel good enough, not anymore. But it's the only thing I can do to save face, even when I feel so lame...I hate having to pretend that these things don't hurt.