Number 7: the people pleaser


I am a wallfower

around, but never really noticed.

To others it seems like I have my life together,

but actually I have no fucking idea what I'm doing.

To my friends I'm the quiet one who's along for the ride.

To my parents I'm their baby girl.

To my best friends I'm the loud, glittery artsy one.

To be honest I have no idea who I am,

but I know who I want to be.

I hide behind these masks because I don't want to disappoint anyone.

I want to be everything everyone wants me to be.

If there's one thing I can say I know about myself,

it's that I fear not being good enough.


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