You don’t have to tell me…

I’m mean

I’m stupid

I’m ugly

 

You don’t have to tell me…

I’m a disappointment

I let everyone down

I am to aggressive

 

You don’t have to tell me…

I’m not going anywhere in life

I have too many problems

I’m bipolar

I’m a slut

 

You don’t have to tell me…

You don’t want to hang out with me because I see it in your actions, but pretend to ignore it

I am clingy

I’m needy and codependent

I’m fake

 

You don’t have to tell me…

Why?

Because nothing you say can be any worse than what I already tell myself every day.

 

Every day I think about…

How I’m not the best at school

I’m not the prettiest girl in the world

I have anger management issues

 

Every day I think about…

All the people who leave me for no reason

How I push people away because I’m scared to get close to anyone

All the regret I have in my life

 

Every day I think about…

How no matter how hard I try I will never be good enough

How many people I let down every single day

 

Every day I think about…

How no matter what I do I will never be who you want me to be

How no matter how hard I try I will never be happy enough for you

That no matter how many good days I have you will only focus on the day when I’m upset, and just assume that I’m mad all the time

How you see me as a monster who just gets mad over stupid things

How I’m scary to talk to

 

Every day I think about…

How hard and unfair life can be

What’s the point in trying if everyone already knows I am going to fail?

What the point of living if I am dead to everyone the way it is

 

You don’t have to tell me…

Why?

Because nothing you say can be any worse that what I already tell myself every day.