I don't compare myself to others.
I compare myself to what others expect of me, everyday, all the time.
Wheather or not I'm the perfect person who is skinny and pretty, always gets perfect grades, always follows the rules and never talks back, who never does anything wrong.
Everyday hoping that expectations will stop and I can finally sleep.
That I can finally be free of what people want.
But it never does.
I compare myself to what others expect of me, everyday, all the time.
Wheather or not I'm the perfect person who is skinny and pretty, always gets perfect grades, always follows the rules and never talks back, who never does anything wrong.
Everyday hoping that expectations will stop and I can finally sleep.
That I can finally be free of what people want.
But it never does.
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