Even the thing I’m good at I can’t do right

There is always going to be someone
Who does everything I do better
Sometimes I feel I can’t do anything right
And that I’m not going to be ok, not ever

I get so jealous of other people
They’re beautiful, smart and funny
They have all the things that I want
Happiness and money

People say ‘use your talents’
And I do, I try
But still it doesn’t work
And I have no idea why

I get so depressed sometimes
Isn’t there anything I can do right
At those moments I only see my own flaws
And all my hopes and dreams remain out of sight

And the moment I feel proud of something
I find there is someone else who does it better
And people point out my mistakes again
Like I haven’t seen them, like it matters

I want to feel proud of what I do
But sometimes it’s just too hard to feel proud
That feeling never lasts
All that I feel are feelings of doubt

I want to feel happiness
I hope someday that I might
And that I will be someone special
But even the thing I’m good at I can’t do right