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