Everyday I look at you wishing there would be a change,
and I wonder why I look this way.
I want to feel good, and I want to feel wanted not neglected as if I were different. I go crazy, and I cry at night thinking about the hurtful words I hear everyday of my life.
You’re fat, skinny, ugly, small or too tall, and worse of all being ignored. So I pray for one day for this to change, and I wish to have a reflection that I can live with.
I like myself don’t get me wrong, but sometimes when I look at my mirror I feel like something went wrong. I get depress more each day hoping to look a certain way, and it hurts me.
I wonder the next time I look at my mirror would I see change, and be happy or would I just feel the same. |
