You can never do anything right.

Trust me- it's impossible.

Nothing is ever, and I mean ever, good enough.

For anyone.

You're not pretty enough.

You're not skinny enough.

You're not happy enough.

You're not perfect.

You're always compared to everyone.

Everyone better than you, that is.

Why can't you be as pretty as your older sister?

Why can't you be as intelligent as your older brother?

You try so hard to make them happy.

No one in specific- just everyone.

You hide your pain from everyone,

Just to make them happy.

You care about others,

Forgetting your own problems.

That's not enough- trust me.

You have to do more than that.

You have to be perfect.

Have no problems.

You'll never be accepted in this world.

Deal with it.

You have to deal with sadness your own ways.

Ways no one can know about.

Ways people wouldn't care about.

Ways that cause physical pain to make the emotional pain go away.

You have to wear a mask.

Constantly.

Never take it off,

Unless you're planning on getting murdered.

Hide your emotions.

No one cares.

No one likes you.

Everyone hates you- get used to it.

This world is cruel.

I'm cruel.

Everyone's cruel.

Get used to it.