It's not my fault,
That I can't leave the house.
I can't stop
Being self conscious at all.
It's eating me alive.
It's taking my soul.

I wish I could leave the house
As easily as
Every other teen.
I want to be like them.
I wish to fit in.

Most days,
It's hard to breathe.
Most days,
I struggle to eat.

I hate me.
I hate who I am.
I want to leave this shell I'm caged in.
I want to be someone else.
Anybody else.