Helpless, Like Me....

"Helpless, Like Me"

To believe I am perfect,
For me, that is a sin.
To actually believe in myself,
I strive for it to begin.

Why should one person make me cry?
It's not the same one everyday,
But they don't know I want to die.

Should I just be happy that I"m living?
But no, I'm striving for something more.
It's that sense of achievement,
I long to adore.

Why can't I be thankful for who I am,
And what I've got?
I think I let so many people down,
Because of what I'm not.

I long to feel as if I'm accepted,
And actually believe that I truly do have friends.
The day I have no doubts,
Is the day everything ends.

One bad day, turns into two,
And before you know it, there's quite a few.
It ranges between unbearable to a deep toleration.
Some days its noticed, but mostly concealed.

It's like I have a brick wall up,
And very few can see.
To those who can understand,
You're just as helpless as me!