my skin is barely intact,
  and my hair has split ends.
i'm not perfect,
   but i try.

i try for you.
do you even notice?

i've changed my style,

i've eaten your words instead of calories,

i've mentally prepared myself for when you leave me.

you told me that it was okay.
that even with all of my flaws i was perfect,

but you lied.

it's coming to me now,
all of the lies that you filled me with
are becoming so clear.

you do care that i'm not size zero,
you do care that my hair dye is fading,
you do find it annoying that i'm shy,

you don't like me.
but that's okay,

because i'm used to being just a thrown away toy.