I’m not skinny.
I’m not fat. I’m not hungry. I’m not full.
I’m not pretty. I’m not ugly. I’m not funny.
I’m not boring. I’m not smart. I’m not dumb.
I’m not worthless. I’m not perfect. I’m not the
best. I’m not the worst. I’m not content. I’m not
not okay. I’m not helpless. I’m not self-sufficient.
I’m not surrounded by many people. I’m not alone.
I’m not wanted. I’m not unwanted. I’m not all
smiles. I’m not all tears. I don’t have a purpose to
live. I don’t have a reason to leave. I’m not loved.
I’m not deserving of hate. I’m not the strongest
person. I’m not the weakest person. I’m not ready to
live. I’m not ready to leave this world behind. I’m not
moving forward. I’m not moving back. I'm just me and
noone likes me for me.
