Why
Why should you keep trying
When your best is their worst
Trying to swim with your hands tied
They comment on your form when they were on the side lines
The water is flooding your senses
All it's saying is
Your not good enough
You'll never be
Your trying to hard
Why don't you do this
Why don't you do that
Why
Instead of choline all you Taste is salt
Salt from the tears they are pouring  out of you like a Niagara Falls
Except  
People see Niagara Falls
And when your finally done with your laps
Finally
Everyone's gone
No one stayed to praise you and say good job.
So you get up and start walking
You try walking they way they do
To try to know what they know
The weights in your pockets Holding you down like a rabid dog
Like they think your poisonous
What they don't know is
How the rhythm less dance and how the artist paints
But you take away that person
The old you
The old you who you loved
who didn't have a thigh gap never wore make up but was still beautiful
The new you is the new it
The one everyone wants to be
Your standing on a soap box telling everyone love your body and accept your self
When
As soon as you get home your makeups running and you cover the mirror
You don't want to see the old you
You also want to be the new you
But the thing you  have to pretend to Love
Love is a complex thought that you tell everyone you have mastered
But if you don't love the real you
how can love someone else
So how do expect someone to love you when if they touch your face its powder.
So you weep in fear that they will know your a fake
They will find out what your trying to hide
But if thats really beauty why aren't we born with make up.

All alone
There is something under layers of skin
Something that pierces through bone
The cause of turbulence in ourselves
Feelings
The thing that leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth
The weights in your pockets when you are trying to swim.  
So to get rid of these complex feelings
We isolate our selves on islands
All alone
Waiting for someone to notice we left
Soon it hurts too much to know, we were forgotten
So we bottled up our feelings and sent them off into the ocean and silently prayed someone would find them.
Everyone asks whats the matter
Your reply was always
I can't tell you
It's nothing
I'm just, tired
Because even if you give them the bottle
They break the glass
They don't handle your feelings gently like they are something precious
They toss them away like a discarded bottle of beer
So we keep them to ourselves in fear that they will break.
And to keep our mind from wondering into that corner where we put the things that are not wanted
Like the child with the dunce cap forever sentenced to the fate of the corner
We focus on others feelings
Yeah I might not be happy, but you are so its ok.
If you're happy, I should be
How are you doing
Are you okay
Are you having fun
Do you need anything
Slowly
Painfully slow
You're losing feelings
You push them away like a child who refuses to eat their dinner
Slowly slipping into a void.
A black hole
With nothing left
Except a bottle