There are too many emotions
and words to put to paper it seems.
He consumes all of my thoughts
and fills all of my dreams.

I feel completely inadequate,
hopeless, trying to put into words
my heart beats, the notes my soul sings,
it feels absurd.

I want to write him something to
make his day, make him smile;
show him he makes me feel
something I haven't in a while.

Yes, I'm okay.
No I'm not.

Yes, I'm just really tired.
No, I'm tired of living.

Yes, everything is fine.
No, my world is crashing down around me.

Yes, I'll be fine
No, you'll be lucky to see clean wrists tomorrow.

Yes, I've been eating.
No, I haven't eaten, when I do, I throw it back up in disgust.

Yes, I feel confident.
No, I just wish I was perfect.

Yes, I'm fine being alone.
No, I just want somebody to love me...

Yes, I'm telling the truth*
No, I'm telling the truth.

Dear flower
They were wrong about you
You didn't bloom
You didn't need to
you're still beautiful
but they've ruined your image
With opportunities you were never  given
"Maybe next spring"
You hear those words over and over
There would be no other option
They've planted seeds in your mind
Of everything you've done wrong
But what about everything you've done right?
In your short life
You never reached their standards
But you've reached mine

You think you ugly.
And you're far from it.
You feel you're ugly.
And you not near to it.
Celebrities and entertainers feel this way.
And many have pay greatly to attract good looks their way.

You compare yourself to models.
Who is only superficial at best?
Cause probably without makeup.
They themselves are a hot mess.
We know many has aa insecurity complex.

Even us, who isn't famous?
For some reasons join their rank.
Instead of believing we are beautiful in many ways.
Instead we live behind a insecurity complex.

If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.
Then you yourself must see yourself ,as magnificently gorgeous.

Looking in the mirror,
I don’t know what I see
A girl,
But is it really me?

All I see is
Weight that needs to be lost
And a face that needs to be washed

Maybe they’re right,
Maybe I am a loser
Seeing my beautiful side
Is just a blur

Something about me,
Just doesn’t feel right,
It’s like in my own skin,
It feels tight

But I’m just a girl,
There is no cure,
To make me not
Be Insecure