I want to curl up in a ball and die
my reflection doesn't lie
I wish I was more than what I see
I hate what stares back at me
Beauty escapes me in every way
The mirror reveals it every day
I shudder when I see my face
by body is a big disgrace
Lower than low is how I feel
I hate this feeling, it's all too real
I want to beautiful if just for a day
I fear there will never be a way
I face each day full of tears
It'll only get worse through the years.
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