All I do is annoy
Annoy
Annoy
I try so hard to impress and comply
But nothing I say is right
And nothing I do is good enough
My body is built from rubble and mud
Nothing graceful or fine

My hair is tangled branches
My lips cracked and creviced
I fill up too much space
And take up too much time
I'm not worth anything
To anyone
At any time
In any place
As soon as I leave they all breath a sigh of relief
She's gone
Finally

Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will always hurt me.