Every day I look in the mirror And frown I’m not the girl anyone wants I’m not skinny enough My hair isn’t soft enough My eyes aren’t interesting enough My personality is too loud To excited To much Every day I tell myself that I’m not good enough Because I’m not For you Because no one wants me No one ever wants me “I think she likes you!” That’s a lie I hate my body I hate my face I hate my hair I hate my eyes I hate how I look So I try to change it Stop eating Straighten my hair Paint on freckles Wear contacts, Not glasses Tone down my happiness Try to fit in Try to be “normal” I’m not Me Anymore And that’s what I like Without an end, There instead had to be a moment of ease. For me, There’s not.