I look in the mirror
and I don’t see what you see.
I wish I could—
I just want to be free.
Free from this hate,
from the voice in my head
that calls me things
I wish I never said.
You say I’m pretty,
you say I’m enough,
but all I see
feels broken and rough.
I don’t know how
you see me that way,
but I wish I could see it
just for one day.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC
I look in the mirror
and I don’t see what you see.
I wish I could—
I just want to be free.
Free from this hate,
from the voice in my head
that calls me things
I wish I never said.
You say I’m pretty,
you say I’m enough,
but all I see
feels broken and rough.
I don’t know how
you see me that way,
but I wish I could see it
just for one day.
