I don't like the way I look.
I don't find myself worth much at all.
I don't understand what you see in me.
Life just becomes this bitter round.
I find myself in this pit of despair
Of self-hate, of all those times I failed.
The reasons I can't look like pop culture.
How my body is wrongly-shaped.
All of the faults that scream at me
When all I want to do is look in the mirror
The makeup has to be done, yet sadness clouds me.
Dying on the inside because I cannot appreciate
And if I cannot then who will?
Yet today I see a different girl.
I am covered in hurt and loathing.
But I am just a fallen girl
Failed daughter of Eve.
I still bear the image given to me.
I must learn to accept what I have
I must learn to love.
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