I’m sure you all know it,

That nagging feeling at school

In PE class, where you chose teams,

And you just stand there, waiting for someone to call your name.

I’m sure it’s happened to you before,

I know it’s happemed to me,

And it leaves one question burning on my tongue.

Am I good enough?

If I was, wouldn’t people wan’t to be my friend?

Wouldn’t they love and care for me?

Wouldn’t they stand by my side when I need it,

Make me laugh when I’m about to cry?

Now this question, I’ll admit,

Has haunted me for as long as I can remember.

Ever since fourth grade, when a group of bullies

Turned the entire school against me.

Back then I would come home crying every day,

I tried to kill myself once,

After being called fat and useless.

So I told myself I would be like them.

They wanted me to be skinny?

I stopped eating.

They wanted me to be more like them?

I reinvented myself.

And during that year, this question

Began to haunt me.

Am I good enough?

What if I’m not?