Jan 15, 2006 13:17
I'm sorry that I'm not your ideal image of beauty.
That doesn't make me any less human.
I fight for it.
Every calorie is a war.
Prescriptions, diet, makeup,
but nothing can make me like them.
It doesn't matter so much to me,
but everyone else loves it, wants it, so I feel like I should try.
I guess I just have to try harder.
A few more pounds away, longer in front of the mirror, blowdryers, and straighteners
Is that what will make everyone happy?
I am the disappointer, always contrasted and never compared.
We've been through fake a breakdown, self hurt, plastics, collections, self help, self pain, EST, psychics, fuck all. I was central, I lost control, I lost my head, I need this. A paper weight, junk garage, winter rain, a honey pot, crazy, all the lovers have been tagged. A hotline, a wanted ad. It's crazy what you could have had... {REM}