I'm sorry 

for being a mess

and not being skinny enough

and pretty enough

and funny enough

and smart enough.

 

And talented

and normal

and nice

and happy

and driven 

and Godly

and thoughtful

enough.

 

For being in pain a lot

and getting dizzy

and almost fainting a lot

and not being amazingly photogenic

and for being pale

and having messy hair

and being tired all the time.

 

For not being brave enough

and not fitting jeans right

and for not doing homework

and for failing a class one week into the semester

and for being messy

and not having the right clothes.

 

And for everyone thinking I'm okay

and for being shy sometimes

and impatient

and bitchy

and irritated 

and sarcastic.

 

And for whatever else is wrong with me that no one has told me yet.