See my face?
It might look beautiful to you..
but all I see a girl who is broken.
I am a broken record player.
Over and Over,
I play my song.
It is one that I wish would go away.
I want to smash it to a million pieces.
The weight on my shoulders is getting larger and larger
I fear I might let go at that moment and just...
I can't take much more of this world...
Neither has my past friends...
So tell me all my imperfections.
I want to learn what I have done wrong.
I know some.
But not all.
Tell me why I'm like this.
Tell me why I'm so broken...
and no one bothers to even paste it back together?
Am I ugly?
Am I horrible?
Am I just...not worthy?
I don't know any longer..
Tell me why I'm like this...
I need to know...