I don't know why I cry.
It doesn't fix anything.
And there's no one there
To wipe them away
Or at least comfort me.

When I come home
From hooking up
With some boy
I don't have feelings for
And I look in the mirror.

I just know

There isn't a single thing I like about the image I am seeing.

There are so many words in our language.
So many ways to express myself.
A large sum to describe myself.
Joyous just isn't one of them.

Am I truly happy
If I have to
Convince myself that I am?

I guess
I could say
It's not that bad.

Earth.

Because when
I make a mistake
I know that
Tomorrow
When I come home
There will still be
Flowers
On my trees.

So I guess
Some greater power
Shows me
That I still
Deserve beauty.

I have to admit
I like to see an underdog win.

I know that everyone loves a love story
And they're rooting for the soul mates.

But I must be bitterly truthful
Because love is never what it seems.

So I hope it ends now
So your forever broken heart can heal sooner.