I look in the mirror
I don't like what I see
Too fat, too lumpy
and stretch marks all over me
I know I should be grateful
for the things that I have
but lately I'm been feeling too sad
A smile that is forced
hardly seems true
a laugh that is tainted
I don't know what to do.
I look in the mirror
and I want to rip off my face
because I lack beauty and brains
I'm no scientist. I feel a disgrace.
I'm a disappointment to all that I know
or at least that's how I feel
I miss my light, and my glow.
I want to scratch at my stretch marks
and the temptation is there
no amount of make up, or clothes
can fix this grotesque stare
Just a blot on this earth who is losing her voice
And I'm ebbing away without any choice.
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