Some Nights

Some nights my friends get it all.

I don’t know if they know that they have it, but they do.

They laugh, and smile, and love themselves.

Other people love them too.

Some nights I feel prettier.

Im not prettier, I just feel it.

I laugh, and smile, and… love myself?

No one loves me.

Some days it gets easier.

The sun comes up, and I sing to the radio.

But then, the sun goes down.

My pretty friends get prettier.

They laugh, and smile, and love themselves.

Other people love them too.

Some nights, I don’t care.

I don’t care if Im fat, or ugly.

I don’t care about my grades, or my job.

I don’t care.

Some nights, it sucks.

It hurts all the way to my feet.

I feel it in my lower back.

No one loves me.

Some nights.

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