you're a liar,
at least that's what you've told me you are.

i've been begging
for someone to come along and make me whole.

but your lies pinned me down
in an endless pit of emptiness

a wishing i was pretty-ness
a wishing i was skinny-ness
a wishing i could wear a dress without feeling
i look a mess.
my hair's greasy
and my teeth are stained

i realize now
your lies left me strained.