It doesn't fit
it's my size
it's not my style
shouldn't I be comfortable in my own skin
why is it hard to breathe here
why do I feel like a prisoner
Constantly being bullied by my reflection
She doesn't radiate light
She triggers internal reflection
you will never be
you will never be
you will never be beautiful
she reminds me
I am tired
I am tired
Tired of every day being a walk of shame
maybe it's time to out the flame
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 12:44 PM UTC
It doesn't fit
it's my size
it's not my style
shouldn't I be comfortable in my own skin
why is it hard to breathe here
why do I feel like a prisoner
Constantly being bullied by my reflection
She doesn't radiate light
She triggers internal reflection
you will never be
you will never be
you will never be beautiful
she reminds me
I am tired
I am tired
Tired of every day being a walk of shame
maybe it's time to out the flame
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