Because When You're Like Me

It's not worth it being me.
I'm not healthy, not pretty.
Whoever can actually see something perfect in me, if anything
May be my next friend, may be that next special guy.
Of course,
There is that next guy.
Oh yes I couldn't forget about my first love,
The one I could never really have.
Open, honest, lovely, sweet, silly, perfect.
His smile took my heart. His music taste put me in my place.
Of course after two years,
I went down another road, because holding back from moving on
Just
Wasn't
Possible... anymore.
New boy, new smile. Covering up scars with friendship.
He tells me of his past.
He cries, I cry.
He sings with me in a small enclosed room.
Just me and him yet I'm not nervous at all.
As if his new love, my new friend couldn't work out
Could I be so strong and willing to step in?
I want to make him feel better.
Is it out of desperation, just to get love from him? Or is it
His perfect music taste just making me cling onto him
Like glue to paper, yet his eyes push me away like water,
That intimidation making me run away from his light.
He tells me I'm cute, he tells me he would like me, but even so
He sometimes makes me burn with hate inside.
Just over the smallest things.
I'm no good for anyone, still.
Because when you're like me
You're lazy, destroying yourself slowly.
All you ever do is ignore it.
Because when you're like me, you aren't perfect,
And you don't try to be.