Inferiority Kills

I'm ugly, you're pretty
I feel small, you're so big
My small hands cannot hold yours, because you're too big
They're slipped.

You're becoming more far away, and I'm scared, very scared.
terribly scared, obviously.
About being forgotten by you, it happens.
I feel dead, killed by inferiority.

I know I'm small, also ugly.
Please, don't leave me. eheh :D oh ok it's alright. it's fine :D

fine :)
reach your dreams please.
I'm always available to hear your stories anytime you want >:)