Lonely nights I lay awake, I wonder if things will ever get better. I wonder if things will ever change. How am I supposed to be happy? I am not pretty enough. I don't feel worthy enough. You make me spend all this time alone. Staying in my head. Feeling this pit of emptiness. No matter what is done I still am not happy. Is it me? Because I dont feel like it is me. I stay here, waiting, waiting every day.. hoping that maybe i am good enough. Maybe I am pretty enough. But why bother.. whenever it still doesnt ever seem to be good enough. Im never first. Im always last. I always feel last. I feel like I'm on the bottom of 7 other girls who just collapsed on me from a cheerleading pyramid. At least those girls are pretty. Well sometimes. Im in bed, once again, all alone. You say youre there but in reality you really arent. Do I feel your warmth? Can I feel you next to me? No. How do I know you aren't with someone else. Letting someone else feel what I am supposed too. Giving them what I worked for. Who ever said that I deserved this? That I should feel like this? Ive spent months trying to build something only for it to be knocked down so easily. How am I supposed to be confident enough to start building again. Control this outpour of problems and emotions. Build it up and keep it hidden I suppose. Lock it away where no one will ever find the key, not even me. Control to not be controlled. Just pretend youre happy, even if you arent. Just let others see only what they want to see.