Well, life *****
Lets start out with that
Everyone is so self centered in this small town
I hate my body
I hate my hair
I hate those people that pretend they care
Seems my writing is at its best when I'm mad
Which my happen more often, other times I am sad
I work so hard to be what they expect
It's never good enough
Like I'm a birth defect
I may love my life, but I don't love myself
I just want someone there
To nurse my mind back to health
I'm just realizing the truth
I just have to wait
Until I can be exactly like you...
Then no one can hate