Why am I not good enough for everyone else.

I’m lost and mistaken. Everyone is going somewhere and knows what they are doing and I’m lost. I’m not good enough.

I don’t match in with there sea of makeup and plastic faces waiting with an upturned smile waiting to ounce on even the most innocent of people.

I am mistaken for the person I know best.

I AM MISTAKEN.

I’m not who they say I am.

It’s a case of “misinformation.”

It’s a case of “point the fingers and laugh”

it’s a case of “I’m not THAT person.” 

....I’m NOT that person

even though that’s the person that every guy is into

even though that’s the person who rises to the top of the equivalent of a food chain in a massive crowd of students  

EVEN THOUGH they are the people who make you feel your worst, so that even at your best you feel like a measly worm crawling under there perfectly manicured ties in stilettos  

but I am not one of them. 

Mans neither are you