I look around
At those girls with their baes
Who receive texts and calls by the minute
People dying for their attention
Mesmerizing looks
Who get to go to parties
Why do they deserve a life
Is it because of my glasses
And if not that my forehead flustered in acne
Maybe its because of my unbearable amount of weight
Why do I live a boring life if I desire nothing more than adventure
Is it really wrong if I drink my bourbon whiskey and red wine
Is it truly disgraceful if I smoke and crave highness
Am I really a bad person for holding the knife
letting my blood pour out
I wish I was worth more in the eyes of others
I wish people saw the beauty within
Because I look and I see a broken girl
Not even potential in her eyes
Eyes that just never want to open again
To see this god forsaken land of waste
Commonly referred to as my life