They say it consumes you when

You least expect it.

I believe them because it happens to me

All the time, the way it creeps

Behind your eyes and slowly making them water

And suddenly you’re crying, why?

I cry and I wonder why I am the way that I am

Why am I this way?

Why can’t I look like the girls from the magazines

On Instagram? They have perfect lives

All of it, lies

You’ll never be like them

Face it