Sunday, November 7, 2010


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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