What were they thinking
When they told me I was special
That I was a "beautiful gifted child"
The light of everyone's life
Wore the title like a crown

Until reality came and hit me right on the face

I'm not that beautiful
My body is littered with scars
There's a lot stretch marks
Itty bitty ****** things
Let the mirror reflect the disgust in me

I'm not that gifted
I do the things I love
And my best at everything
But I never feel like it's enough
The colors of shame & disappointment cover me

I'm definitely not special
I always try so hard
To make others satisfied
I lost my own identity

You've said enough
Now you watch what you say
Always being careful with you
While you drop me like glass

You knew I could never love myself so you made me hate me more