My heart beat goes from obese to anorexic in a second
and it takes too long to fix it.

When you see me beating my chest its just to give it a quick rest.

Everything seems to take the best from me and distort it in an awful fashion like my most recent ex.

its like some horrible hex that’s been cast, my past keeps me guessing while my future keeps me wide awake.

I don’t always fit into the frame that I've claimed for myself, and those traits usually don’t look to good on me.

But I’m tired of feeling like I’m not worth it.

That frame I mentioned is still intact, but my pictures been defaced and the edges are torn.

I’m not asking you to help me paint over the profanity, just remind me of what I look like.

Be my mirror.