Sometimes I wish time could just slow down,
and once that happens,
i'll be able to breath in and out
letting the weight on my shoulders lift away from me and i'll be able to run into the arms of an ecstasy life!

Then I....
Snap, back into reality.
As I stare myself in the mirror and say,
"I'm useless, imperfect, and plain-looking. BUT WHY?!"

Everyday I feel like i'm at war with the world,
and somedays I feel like i'm standing,
on the tallest mountain screaming at the top of my lungs,
"Why am I so fat? Why am I so ugly? Why can't I just be PERFECT?!"

I know this because if ugly had a definition,
it HAD to be me.
Everyday I see countless faces,
but all I care about is my looks!
Do they find me appealing enough?
NO THEY DO NOT!
All they see is a fat girl,
not a shining pearl.
All they see is my imperfections,
they TREAT me like and infection!
ALL THEY SEE IS THE SCARS BENEATH,
BUT THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE SEEN!!!

I've tried so hard,
just to impress them.
But i've given up,
knowing that my best ISN'T ENOUGH...

SO...
Sometimes I wish time could just slow down,
and once that happens,
I WILL take that chance to breath in and out,
letting the weight on my shoulders lift AWAY from me,
AND I WILL BE ABLE TO RUN INTO THE ARMS OF AN ECSTASY LIFE.