These Friends

Look at my insecurities
Save your compliments
I'll never believe them anyway
Check out my problems
Watch them grow as
You point them to to me
I'm just a sad boy
Why aren't you tired of me yet?
You'll get tired of me yet
Let's talk about my family
I can't stand them
They don't understand me anyway
The only friends I have
They barely see my face
I just want to run away
Trust me you'll forget my face
I'm only memorable
Because I act this way
So don't look my way again
You don't wanna get
Mixed up in my mess
Or hear what's in my head
Go away before i hurt you
It's always what i end up
Doing in the end

This poem is about: 
Me

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