Awaken to see a figure you hate,

a quick turn from the mirror near your bed.

This body and mind, together, just great.

You close your eyes, hope it's just in your head.

You do everything to finally change,

to be something you want others to see,

but with each thing you just become more strange.

Why can't your thought finally be set free.

Can't help but think is it even worth it,

to put up with the constant words of hurt.

When is it time to just give up and quit,

but maybe today you won't feel like dirt.

Sweatshirt and jeans, then out the door you go,

the thoughts in your head, no one else will know.