I find myself worrying before I leave the house
What if they judge me
What if it hurts
What if I'm just too ugly
A given curse
I want to be pretty
I want to be slim
I want to be fare
I want clear skin
Just like those models
Who live comfortable and happy
I want to be enthusiastic
And loud and fun
I want to dress in colour
And smile at the sun
I want to be happy
I want to love myself
I want to love my deepest flaws
I want to be enough
I want to be happy
I wish id be happier
I want to be the colour yellow
Everyones favourite colour
~H1
Poetry of a lost teen
By h1officail
Based of random emotions More