Why,

Why am I not good enough?

I mean I work hard enough to prove I should gain this title.

I eat, sleep, and breathe perfection.

My mother always told me I was perfect just the way I was.

But I don’t want to be perfect in her image, I want to be perfect for everyone to see!

Why,

Why am I constantly abused and harassed by my peers?

Why am I told that because my body doesn’t look a certain way, created by the minds of feeble impressionable males, that I am not worthy of being humane.

I smell the scent of cherries, I see the sky so ever blue, I touch the clear water, I hear the birds chirping, I have everything everyone else has!

But it means nothing to them.

To them I am just an object, a laughingstock!

My only purpose is to make those with no purpose feel like they are worthy of something.

Why,

Why do I feel the need to always be perfect?

Why do I go through brutal wars and unjust arguments, just to be beaten and bruised in the end?

Do I get an award?

Do I feel better?

I don’t feel like it.

So why?

Why do I wake up so early to put a mask of makeup on my face?

Why do I stay up all night texting people I thought I knew, just for the chance of being noticed?

If I had the answers, I wouldn’t be asking this.

So why?