i hate the ending, but the beginning was good.

I’m a poster child with no more room on the wall,

And I want to be the molly ringwald of every situation.

The eyes in the back of my head hear you talking bad about me,

But their paranoia and anxiety means it doesn’t really matter.

 

Because my mind is a fully bloomed rose while theirs are still stuck in the off-season.

Or maybe I’m just a narcissist,

Admitting (I’m full of) myself,

but how can you say no to this?

All I want to be is everything you’re looking for.

And I could’ve sworn I was.

LOOK AT HOW HARD I’M WORKING.

WHY AREN’T I GOOD ENOUGH?

What more do you want from me?

I’m doing ten things at once just to please them and their standards and there’s always going to be someone better than me.

I think the worst part is the voice in my head telling me I’m still no good.

I just want to be better than your poster child.

I just want to be everything you’re looking for.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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