Credits in project
My ankles are killing me Yet my parents refuse to believe it could be something medical I’m a failure I can’t help my best friend with his problems I’m useless And stupid Nobody sees me as a dude Some kid called me an “it” a while ago It’s in the past But it still hurts Nobody regards my personal space And I’m uncomfortable I’m a failure While my best friend is smart and pretty and funny I can’t do anything I don’t deserve him He deserves someone who isn’t sensitive to loud noises Who doesn’t break down Who isn’t so sensitive Who doesn’t have mood swings Who isn’t nosy Who has an appetite Who is useful
