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Good Enough

I'm not good enough.
At least that's what they think,
though they try to deny it.
I know it's true, at least
it feels true enough.
I wasn't able to fill their expectations,
I still can't, and I feel ashamed.
I am ashamed that I am unable
to express the right emotion,
or follow the right conversation,
or even play along if I can't be normal.
It feels so... saddening,
the way they all look at me like that.
It's so... lonely... being the odd one out.
Perhaps... too lonely...