They ask me what's wrong,
But how can I tell my friends that I
want to die?
How do I tell them that I am sad,
and that I cry myself to sleep at night?
How do I tell them that I am not okay?
I don't. I can't, because they cannot understand.
Only I know what's going through my head.
So, I do not tell them.
I suffer in silence and deal with
all my problems alone.

I look into the mirror and I hate what I see.
There's an ugly girl looking back at me.
Her nose is long and her teeth are big.
Her hair is so long it could be a wig.
I look at her in the mirror and i get sad.
I am that person, and I look bad.
People say that I'm pretty, but I can't see why.
When I look at myself I want to cry.