He could cheat on me and he would never tell me, and he would think less and less of me for not figuring it out. He would see me across the breakfast table, innocently slurping cereal, and know that I am a fool, and how can anyone respect a fool?
Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
It seemed safer to hold it in, where the only one who could judge was me.
Just Listen by Sarah Dessen
The more I thought about it, the more I worried I wouldn’t be good enough.
Darkhouse by Karina Halle
My one regret in life is that I am not someone else.
I was beginning to suspect that underneath the awkwardness there was just more awkwardness and not much else. And that would explain why I stood in a room full of people and felt like the loneliest girl in the world.
Guitar Girl by Sarra Manning
If I was in a crowd he probably wouldn’t notice me. I don’t really stand out and I don’t talk much to people I don’t know. It’s kind of hard to get to know me and be my friend so I advise you not to even waste your time, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to try.
I’ll screw up. I’ll push you away if we’re getting too close. I won’t trust you until you’ve proven yourself. I get hurt easily and take a lot of things personally. But I’ll love you with everything I have, and if that isn’t enough, then I’m not enough.
Just once I want someone to look at me and right away think I’m beautiful, not after they get to know me or after they see inside my soul. Just me. I want to walk in a room and light up, not blend.
Beneath the makeup and behind the smile I am just a girl who wishes for the world.
Rafiki: The question is, who are you?
Simba: [sighs] I thought I knew, but now I’m not so sure.
Caterpillar: Who… are… you?
Alice: Why, I hardly know, sir. I’ve changed so much since this morning, you see…
Caterpillar: No, I do not C. Explain yourself.
Alice: I’m afraid I can’t explain myself, you see, because I’m not myself, you know.
Caterpillar: I do not know.
Alice: I can’t put it any more clearly, sir, because it isn’t clear to me.
Sometimes I just sit, stare, and wonder, “What the Hell am I doing wrong?”
Trying to reach out but when I’d try to speak out, felt like no one could hear me. Wanted to belong here but something felt so wrong here so I would pray I could breakaway.
Breakaway by Kelly Clarkson Lyric
Sometimes I stare at myself in the mirror. Minute after minute goes by and I still can’t figure out if there’s at least one good thing about me.