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.