I wake in the evening, as night owls do
Look into my mirror and ask myself who
But I don't have the energy to correct my reflection
The hairbrush remains untouched for now
The mustache and beard are growing out
And my voice vibrates with a deep and gruff inflection
It's hard to get out of my head every day
When this gigantic body causes my heart to ache
And I lack will to fix what they'll see at a glance
I wish caring about myself could be easy
And that I could make myself feel pretty
And that all it would take is a magical girl dance
A transforming power that removes this disgrace
I call it my tumor cause it feels quite displaced
Would surely make living this life more bearable
But I was cursed with this unfortunate *****
Can't correct it cause "affordable" healthcare ain't workin'
So I wake up each evening feeling terrible
I'm stuck in this body and stuck in this face
And my mind refuses to leave its dark place
And I'm afraid to even tell everyone my stance
I wish it was easy to fight off this hate
To care enough to clean off and love my face
I wish all it took was a magical girl dance
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 11:59 PM UTC