First thing in the morning
you ask me why I'm not like you
but you ask it in secret
you don't know what you are asking

there is nothing wrong with you

I wonder if I could ever believe that
I see my reflection every day
and I have to disagree
I am not ok sometimes
a lot of the times
I don't think like you

I'm sorry

I wish that I could

And I wish that your questions didn't have to hurt

But they do.