I

Insecure as ever
Unable to expose
I couldn't open myself up
Even if I tried

How many times
Do I still need to be told
"You're beautiful, really"
Before I can let go

Ugly isn't unattractive
It's a state of being
A feeling of shame
Why am I like this?

I hate my skin
My eyes are dull
How much longer
Will my bones hold?

I don't like myself much
What did you expect
I was your ashtray
Left to smoke out

Pretending I could be more
Is exhausting
I don't hold the energy