It's not a dissability.
There isn't something wrong with me.
I'm just a little down you see.
I wish I could be happy.

I wish I could see me like you did.
My mirror isn't that solid.
There's so much I would rid.
Sometimes, I can be such a kid.

All I have done so far.
Always trying to be a star.
It's high, how I rose my bar.
Within myself I am at war.

An eternal crisis for my identity.
I'm far from being an entity.
Fake, wrong and full of pity.
Yes, it does make me feel ******.

I am nowhere to be seen.
I haven't acted very clean.
I happened to be very mean.
I just needed someone to let me lean.

I didn't get what I want at all.
I am stuck in a neverending fall.
And whenever I try to even crawl.
There's no one I even dare to call.

I let myself suffer alone.
To teach me get a heart of stone.