My life is wonderful.

I have people who love me, and I love myself.

But there's still a part of me that hurts.

Sometimes it feels like my heart is ripping right down the middle, each side being pulled in a different direction.

People love me,

Still I get left out.

I'm not good enough.

I've pushed people away so much

there's no one left to fight for me.

No one cares enough to make me fight for myself.

And that's what hurts the most.