Why is it no matter how hard I try,
you always make me feel like trash?

Why is it no matter knowledge I possess,
you know more?

Why is it no matter how kind I attempt to be,
you help me become the "bad guy"?

I am far from perfect,
I fail and fall
I am not the smartest,
not the prettiest,
not the funniest,
not even the kindest,
but I am me,
and I am the only one that God created like me.
I am being refined, and I am being renewed.

So, I have decided that for now,
your words, and your opinion
may hurt.
But, after my five minute cry,
I am going to go on with my day.
Because in the end, what matters
is only what HE thinks, anyway.