Good Enough

About how it seems people are always better then you.

Would my face look better with a bullet going through it?



Or would it look quite content smeared on the pavement?



And dont make a big fuss because I'm sick of your shit



Just tell me how it is and I'll fix it in a snip



A cut



An irregular dice



Going down my wrist like a bird in flight



Maybe then you'll understand just how I felt



When you looked and smirked while you watched other girls twirk



Whats wrong with a person when they choose them over me?



Look at me



I'm small, I'm light, I'm quirky, even bright



But you walk along not seeing my charm



Everyone else does



Why dont you?



It's like a flare going off saying its not you



I should be the one in my guys eye



Not other people who are walking by...



So please



Tell me how it is



If this is true then let the peices fall through