I never wanted to be better than my friends, I just wanted to prove wrong the people in my head. The ones who told me I'd be better off dead, the ones who told me that I would never win.
I thought if I succeeded I'd be happy and they'd go away, but first thing every morning I'd still wake up and I'd hear them say:

                "you're fat, ugly and stupid, you should really be ashamed

                        No one will ever like you, you're no good at anything" 
And sometimes I'd rise to the challenge, but other times I'd feel so bad that I could not get out of bed.
           I got good at feeling bad and that's why I'm still here