One thing I’ve struggled with since I was young
Is the ability to hold my own tongue
Always struggled to keep my thoughts inside my head
The difficulties to feel beautiful in someone’s bed
When the mirror is giving me a distorted view
And my skin becomes a whiter hue
I realise I’m spiralling again
And it gives me a migraine
There were times I could control my emotions
And others I have cried an ocean
But with growing up in a world you don’t feel a part of
You struggle to handle the notion of self love
When your worst nightmare is no longer if you’re a winner
But instead a hall full of mirrors
You know something is wrong
And you never found a way to call your body home
You convinced yourself that you’re good enough
But those thoughts will always be more tough
You put up your walls so often
You’re going to end up in a coffin