Not Good Enough

We used to laugh together,
But now...

I never feel pretty enough for you.
I never feel smart, or funny or brave enough for you.
I never feel "popular" enough for you.

You look down your nose at me,
You laugh when I trip down the stairs.
What would your new gang say,
If they knew we were once friends?

Would they look at me differently?
Would they think,
"She's not such a loser after all,"
Do you think maybe,
They'd remember my name?
Or would it just make no difference at all?

I wish I was brave.
Brave enough to tell you,
Just how you make me feel.
You're different - I know you are.
You're real.

They're not you -
How did you even become their friend?
Maybe I'm strong enough
To get over our friendship.
Or maybe,
I'll just pretend.

Is that what you're doing -
Pretending to fit in?
Because you're not like them.
I know you're not one of them.
That's not who you are within.

Don't act like I don't know you,
Because I definitely do.
You're smart,
You're funny
And you're usually loyal.
You're truthful,
And charming,
And helpful, and cheerful.
There's really only one word that describes you.
You're amazing, kid. You really are.

And you know what?
I know I'm not good enough.
I just never thought you'd realise.