I can't I tried,
I will just mess it up,
Sometimes I sit alone at home and cry,
It's because I feel bad for myself,
I'm never gonna be perfect,
The idea of being perfect feels like a weight on my chest,
I've hurt friends,
I've been petty and mean,
I eat too much,
And think too much about my looks,
I'm self consious and nobody will ever be able to say the right thing when I point it out to them.

Why the hell don't you deny those thoughts for yourself like you do for others?