You don’t see me like I see myself,
It doesn’t matter what you say,
Your opinions are like echoes on deaf ears,
There’s no talking me around with words no matter how profound,
They do nothing for my panic or my fears.
I’m disgusted at my mirrored self,
I make my stomach churn,
How could anybody love this ugly form,
Why do I have to be like this,
Imprisoned in myself,
It would be easier if I never had been born.