She's so pretty they say
as she passes them on her way
it's a shame about the way she conducts herself

For so fair she is so dark
for so light she is so sad
for so funny she is so mad

She wont let anyone stop to ask
with her head in the clouds and her mind in gutter
the thoughts are returning as she inhales the tar and nicotine

the walls have started to close in
made her uncomfortable in her own skin
clutching at the unwanted, the hatred
why is it so hard for her to love herself
they ask

she wants to scream
Do you know how hard it is for me to love me
when you spend everyday over the toilet bowl
purging emotions
emptying my body of soul
stopping the hatred
i cannot ingest because of the regret of who i am