the moon asked me “what is making you hurt little one” i told her i am not who he wants “why should it matter what he wants?” she says. i laugh into the wind as tears roll down my cheeks “that’s the only thing that matters”
i hate how i look. and i would stare in the mirror hoping that soon i wouldn’t. but the longer i stared the less i liked what i saw. and no matter how long i did it, nothing ever changed. and i soon realized that i’ll never be enough for myself.