I think my skin is too thin
I worry I don’t fit in
Despite not being entirely sure what that means
I know I’m more than I seem, I dream
I scream, I’m not sure who I am
But I like the way I look
In the mirror, still I’m shook
Connections are difficult
Constant fear of ridicule
Which never manifests
I’m the best, this is a test
They’re my friends too, they like me
They’re open with their admiration of me
But still, I worry I’m not good enough
To be around people I love and trust
I must be more than the sum of my past.