I say out-loud and my body language says,
"I'm confident."
"I know who I am."
"I love myself."
"I love everything about me."
"I have no flaws."
"I am beautiful."
"Everyone likes me."
"Everyone adores me."
"I adore myself."
"I proud of my accomplishments."
"You should be proud to know me, my name."
"I have no problems."
"I'm fine."
But inside, it's a different story.
"I couldn't be more insecure."
"I have no idea what I'm doing."
"I don't even know why I'm alive."
I look in the mirror and cringe at my reflection.
I can't believe I can even say such lies.
I look at that art project
That written paper
And want to rip it up and throw it away
Inside, I'm falling apart
I don't know who I am
I have problems, more than they are aware of
I hide behind the mask of fake confidence
The girl inside wants to be confident
She wants to be that way
But knows there's no way it will happen
"I don't know who I am."
"I cry myself to sleep."
"I'm depressed."