You say that I'm silent
No, it's not because I'm alone
It's because I'm lonely
Sad and lost on my own

You say that I've become thin
No, it's not because I'm dieting
It's because of the pain from within
That's stopping me from eating

You say that I don't look fine
No, it's not because I'm sick
It's because I've lost my smile
I just have sadness that growing thick

You say that I've gone suicidal
Yes, it's because I'm depressed
The wound in my heart, it makes me fatal
Yes I'm tired and I'm stressed

Why am I not like her?

She has the most beautiful skin,

Remarkable appearance with red plump lips,

Everyone can’t help but wonder as she passes by

How can someone be so pretty?

One Day I came across the thought

Why am I not pretty like her??

I go back and stare at the mirror like never before…

Her body shape like an hourglass made my faint curves shy

Her spotless skin mocked mine with acnes and freckles

Her brown eyes with long lashes while I had bags below my eyes

Her plump lips versus mine that looks dreadful

Why can’t I be like her?

“Maybe because I’m nothing infront of her”

I again take my attention back to myself in the mirror

Just picturing her remarkable feature in my head makes me look ugly

makes me look like a trash, garbage and useless…

Why am I not like her?

I question myself with tears that can’t help but fall down my eyes