I used to think
I am the best one
Brighted, shone, had a good power
Could do anything what I wanted
‘Till I reached the messes up of my life
I used to think
Being perfect and hate to be compared
Like I am the most special
Love the compliments
‘Till I saw all of my flaws
Now I am not what I used to be
I am not living alone
All people have their special things
I am here to take and give
‘Cause I am not the one and only
I felt so fu*ked up these days like I didn’t wanna see everything on the Internet. That feelings came up because I was overwhelming with “insecurities”. That was not so good (of course), when I saw a content from people which shared their talents, stuffs, skincares, educations, etc, and I was like “Uhh.. I don’t wanna see this anymore!“. You know what? I killed by my big expectations!. Ya, I was thinking that I am the one who have good things on this planet (so rude). ‘Till I realized that thoughts just made me feel depressed and messed up.