Insecurities

I see her face,
I see her eyes.
She's so pretty I want to cry.
My head is spinning,
Filled with dread.
Down the pages my eyes are led,
Seeing more faces I go slower and slower.
As their esteem goes up,
Mine goes lower.
My envy is high,
I cannot deny,
Her body is perfect,
From eye to eye.
So God, I'll ask you not to dwell,
Get me out of this body I hate so well.
It's just not fair, I'll tell you that right now.
If you'd compare us,
I'd just drown.
I've heard a lot
'Love the skin your in,'
So I pretend I do,
And slap on a grin.
I hate my body,
It's from Hell.
So God,
I'll ask you again not to dwell,
Get me out of this body I hate
So well.





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Nick Z said...
Mar. 15, 2009 at 11:02 pm
That was good.
 
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