Stop encouraging me, you know I can't do it.

Quit it with the lies, or I'll never get through it.

.

Someone should have warned me.

Instead of decorating me in lies.

Sprinkles of encouragement,

Colours of deceit,

Of the 'wonderful, smart' girl I'm supposed to be.

I know I sound selfish

But you told me I was smart

So now I feel inadequate

Lied to, out of sorts.

.

I know it's my own fault.

.

But don't wipe away my tears.

Just brush away these fears,

And with them, all the years

(That you've been lying to me)

(And that I've been lying to myself)

I'm a failure amongst brilliant peers.