Some days I wake up and watch my smile fade
Look into the mirror pick apart the things I hate
The parts of me short of perfection the simple insurrection of the hate inside my heart that's slowly tearing me apart.
I hate my ugly smile, my boring brown eyes.
I hate how when I panic I fire out lies.
How my hair flops off to the wrong side
And how no matter what I try I can't swallow my pride
I hate my dimple to me its just a flaw despite those who call it cute
I think that my observations are far more astute
Yet people tell me daily that I'm a friend to go to
That I offer support when nobody has a **** clue
That I relate to everything and anything they go through
But all I see myself as is a failure that has hurt you.
I overcompensate every day for all the hate
The things inside my soul that have devoured me
Spit out my carcass and expected me to heal
That's now how damage works, can somebody be real?
The struggle we endeavor to try and find love.
Not even for another, even just our ugly mug.
A battle for confidence that leaves many to want
Because they focus on their  faux needs and not what they've got
I'm guilty as any other, loving myself is hard to do.
Maybe that's why I need you to love me too.
Remind me of the qualities so blind to me
Tell me all the good things that make you feel glee
The jokes that make you laugh, habits that make you smile.
Stand by my side, and love me for a while.
Doing it alone is a battle I can't win. But with you by my side, I can do anything.