I sit on my bed
Holding my head,
By my long brown hair.
I look at my eyes
The ones I despise,
They hold me in their stare.
I thump my nose
And wiggle my toes,
I see no difference there.
I pull on my lips
With my fingertips,
What a perfect pair.
I pinch my skin
Its so very thin,
As if it might just tear.
I slap my face
What a disgrace,
Life just isn’t fair.
To take off your head
While sitting in bed,
Is really very rare.
My low self-esteem
It wont let me dream,
Because i always compare.
So look in the mirror.
It might just get clearer,
As your mind escapes it lair. |