She Couldn't (Atychiphobia)
I’m just me
And I’ll never be
A person that achieves
I’ll never be
a radiant somebody
Because I’m just me
I’m ordinary
Nothing special
I’m easily forgotten
And I’ll never be
Strong
I’ll always be
Hiding behind other people
And no matter how hard I work
I’m just me
The success that's supposed to come with hard work
skipped over me
Because I’m just-
Painfully ordinary
A pitiful dreamer
A naive little girl
Who, with stars in her eyes,
Thought that anything was possible
The failure stuck itself to her heart like tack
Sucking away her aspirations
How pathetic
I am-
I am just me
I look around
And all I see is
People who are something
People who are somebody
And I’m just me
And I’ll never be
One of them
So full of agony
So full that I’m empty
And soon nothing is inside me
But a soul pulling strings
My body moving like a robot
Stiff from the shackles
Plastering a fake smile on my lips, painted and a bit too perfect
And I just smile-
Because no one knows that it's not a smile
I wonder if they realize
That It’s a fake
I’m a fake
And I run away like a coward
Because that’s what I am
I’m just me
And I’ll never be
A someone who’s a somebody
Because really,
I’m just me
And I can only watch
As they jump higher than me
And I am stuck on the ground
And they don’t see me sinking down
I'm that one person In a crowd
You’ll forget me later
You won’t remember
Because I’m just me
I have a story
Lost in the midst of many other stories
Once upon a time
I thought I could be a someone
Who was a somebody
But I couldn’t-
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