Everything I do is wrong
I, my life perspective is “bad”
I befriend “bad” people
I listen to “bad” music
I do things “wrong”
I dress “wrong”
I talk “wrong”
Everything I do is wrong
The way how I live is wrong
The way how I care for people is wrong
The way how I worry about people is wrong
Why?
Why is it wrong?
Why can people not accept that who I am is who I am?
Everything I do is wrong
I am a mistake
I am not supposed to live
I am not supposed to be here
3 comments
If everything you’re doing is wrong, then nothing I’m doing is right.
If you’re doing it wrong, then do it so wrong that it becomes right. If you wear the wrong clothes, put them on backwards, or cut a hole in your jeans and wear them like a shirt, while wearing your shirt for a pair of pants. Then run down the road flailing your hands over your head, gobbling like a turkey. I think that’d be a cool way to smack the anxiety upside the back of the head and show it who’s boss of who.
@lorax
I approve of your comment. *gobble-gobble*