I love you. They're three simple one syllable words, and yet three of the words I never remember hearing from you. You say it to them, but never to me. Everyday I'm stuck asking myself the same questions. Am I not as good as them? Not as important? Not what you expected? Am I just not good enough for you to love? Just because I'm different. I'm just unique. Just because I may be above average weight or give below average attempts. It just makes me who I am. I am the Fat Amigo. My way is never right. It has to be your way. If it isn't your way than it isn't the right way. Let me do it my way it may not be best for you but it is for me. I remember the critiques but I never remember praise. It was never "nice single son," it was always, "why didn't you keep running?" I remember the times you forgot my birthday but never theirs. You remember everything about them. They're the good children. I'm the reject of the family. I may never be good enough for you. I may never be like my brothers or sisters. I may never be the son you always wanted me to be, but I am who I am. It may not be good enough for you and if it isn't than there's the door. Walkout like you did three years ago because unlike you I know my friends won't. No matter how big of a jerk I am I know unlike you they will always be there. You don't care if you see me. You never have and you never will. We live in a here today and gone tomorrow type world. If I was gone tomorrow you wouldn't notice. It would be just like every other week to you. Only difference is you get a couple hours back on your Saturdays and one less waist of money. My friends know me better than you do. They see all my good qualities. They know I would sacrifice my happiness in a second to make sure they could smile or laugh. They can see the person inside me. My best friend is more of a father figure than you ever have been or ever will be. Unlike you I'm not afraid to say it I love you. Even if you don't feel the same way back. I'm not as worthless as you think even if it may seem so.
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