I think the only reason I wanna change,
is cause' I don't like me,
in any way, shape, or form.
I want to bury this tragic excuse of a human,
and create something new,
as if this was never there.
To start all over again.
No matter how many compliments I get,
or how you think of me,
I hate every inch of it.
This disgusting body,
with me slowly balding,
gaining weight,
and the joyful expression leaving my face.
You won't understand,
the feeling of pure resentment,
of filthiness,
just by looking at myself.
I hate this feeling.
It taunts my brain,
telling me I should better,
more perfect.
But, I know that'll never happen,
if i'm forever in,
this never-ending cycle of self-loathing.
And, in the end,
that's what's making it last so long.
It get's worse and worse,
as the people around me laugh.
Calling me names,
like "weird" or "ugly"
It hurts, you know?
when everyone in the world,
stares and judges silently,
making tear flow,
Making it worse.
