I know it's not right,
but all I seem to do is fight, fight, fight.
Putting up with being me,
is a daily chore which it shouldn't be...
I wish I could like myself, the way I am,
but right now I couldn't give a damn.
It's not just my appearance which gives me a fright,
it's who I am which makes me bite.
No one seems to understand,
that what I think of me can't be changed
by a few compliments - which is strange.
Shopping is a nightmare,
I try on clothes and people glare!
Although, they don't really - it's all in my head,
much like a dream minus the bed.
My bed is a haven where I should feel secure,
however it's not and I feel so immature!
In my sleep there'll always be,
a horrid creature which I call me...
As much as people say it's all in my head,
all I seem to do is dread, dread, dread.
Dread being me,
Dread who I be,
Dread what I'll see,
in that mirror because it's not me-
Not the real me anyway,
I feel my subconscious has lead me astray...
I wasn't always like this you probably can tell,
but for me, its hard to break the spell.
The word 'curse' is more suited,
to this feeling of being muted...
I hope that one day,
this feeling will pass,
and that I can be me-
The true one atlast!
