Please don't be pretty,
please don't be pretty,
please don't be pretty,
please don't be pretty* . . .

Hi, it's so nice to meet you.

*Ah ****.

The smartest boy I know seems content to spend the rest of his life working a dead-end job at a pool store.

The most beautiful girl I've ever met feels compelled to hurt herself.

I scream into a pillow.
I scream out loud.

The brightest stars might never be seen,
because they're hidden by the clouds.

She asks me why this is so hard
I know to her this is bizarre
It's my habits I should change
but they keep changing me
And the further in the week it goes
The more she can see
I don't need a slimmer waist line
But I don't mind feeling small
Please stop my mother tells me
Before there's nothing there at all
And I'm trying but somedays
I don't want to anymore
F* it I got bigger problems
Push anorexia out the door

I'm scared of people I feel safe with