Beautiful

I'm doing the best with what I have,
but sometimes I wonder if it's enough.

I get up every morning and hate how I feel,
but I know that there's always tomorrow to make it better.
I'm behind in school but I work hard, so I can't do the math on that one.
People probably don't realize the struggles I have with myself,
but that's all okay with me,
I don't tend to make it known anyways,
I don't tend to talk about myself because there's not really a point.
I try to be as happy as possible,
God made me the way I am,
I should accept the way I am.
It's hard to remember how I used to feel about myself,
that I'm capable of being happy with myself,
but I can't get back to that feeling.
Instead I start crying out of nowhere and D.J. makes a face,
but he holds me and consoles me anyway.
He thinks I'm beautiful, which is all I could ask for.
I guess I could ask for more.