Worry Wart.

Sometimes, most of the time, I worry.
I worry about ending up alone.
About the way my hair looks,
or if my makeup has rubbed off.
I worry about my grades,
about my health.
I worry about my heart.
I worry that it's broken beyond repair.
That it won't feel the way it i want it to about people.
I worry I won't be beautiful to someone.
I worry that the girls, the awful girls,
who treat others unfairly, who are mean and who are
shallow, will get everything I've wanted in life.
When I can't sleep, I sit up in my big, lonely, over sized
bed and I worry my depression will never go away.
I worry that I'm not the only person in your life that
you say you love.
That worries me a lot.
In fact, it scares me.
And it hurts me to think that maybe
I'm really not the most amazing girl you known.
And maybe, just maybe, I'm really not enough.
Because I know in my heart, I'm not.
And you know it too.
I worry that I won't ever be happy
And I worry that you lie about how you feel.
That's what I worry about.