Lies

I sit alone in this room
Telling myself I can't fucking do anything no matter how I try
I won't get into college
Probably won't be anything farther than spitting distance of this wretched place
The pain is everything..
And nothing..because it's self inflicted
Every single person feeds me their lies, but I know my own flaws
You see all my stories and say "Oh, I like it I like it"
But to me all I see is something where I go, "I could have done this so much better"
I could've said that he gives her all of his love in such a more beautiful finesse
In such a far more vibrant intercourse
Something that would make you all cry as it is read
Humans aren't made to feel alone
I see my work and then everyone else's
I draw or write and compare it to another
And it just seems like trash to me after...
And the lie that I tell myself is that "Your best isn't good enough"
If you've shone so brightly your whole life, how will anybody ever notice you burning any brighter?
Unless of course if you stop shining altogether...