I'm nothing special
no one is proud of me anymore
they are always finding my faults
telling me about them
they think I don't want to change
I do
I try
but when I'm good for nothing
why should I care
no one is telling me I could be a model
no one is telling me I could be a singer
or an actress
or a musician
I'm not important
nothing I do will have any effect
I hate myself
I despise myself
I'm not worth anything
so why am I here
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